Monday night at Sunny's new doggy school class someone came up to me and asked if I had knit my socks. And could she see them.
I had on seven (?) year old baggy, pilly, Opal Tiger socks. They were knit before I learned how to fit my feet. I wear them for cool weather gardening and lawn mowing and other occasions where I don't expect anyone to notice my socks. Like doggy school.
We didn't have much time to talk, but she admitted to being a sock knitter and nodded toward another woman with a golden retriever who also knits socks.
Next Monday I have to wear some socks that are a bit more impressive. My pride is on the line.
Maybe I can find a few more bugs to scarf down before I have to hibernate for the winter.