Unrealistic deadline socks; the Fool ages
Over the weekend, the Fool celebrated another birthday. We got together with friends who have similarly timed birthdays and spent the evening talking and eating. Good times.
Two of the birthday boys.
The Fool spent his birthday listening to some new CDs I've been hiding from him for several weeks (Blowzabella, Hanneke Cassel and Cliar) and painting Taterbug's room.
I also managed to finish a pair of socks to go with his new sandals. He wears these shoes year-round, with wool socks when the weather calls for it, and as he walks to and from his office from the train each day, he wore out the first pair in a little over a year, which is not bad, considering the miles he put on the shoes.
But when you're a size 13, beggars can't be too choosy about color, so rather than blue or brown or something sedate ... he ended up with green shoes.
"How green?" he asked, when I called to make sure he was OK with this. "Forest green?"
"Uh," I said, "No. More like ... frog green. Or tree green. They're kinda bright."
"Good," he said. "Then I won't forget to change my shoes when I get to the office."
About a week out from his birthday, I decided he needed socks, so while I was in Madison visiting Thorny and the Sow's Ear in Verona (super-cool yarn shop), I found a ball of self-striping OnLine and cast on. I think their stripes are the best ones out there.
I wasn't sure I could do it, but the night before his birthday, I kitchenered the last toe and stuffed the socks in the shoebox.
Two of the birthday boys.
The Fool spent his birthday listening to some new CDs I've been hiding from him for several weeks (Blowzabella, Hanneke Cassel and Cliar) and painting Taterbug's room.
I also managed to finish a pair of socks to go with his new sandals. He wears these shoes year-round, with wool socks when the weather calls for it, and as he walks to and from his office from the train each day, he wore out the first pair in a little over a year, which is not bad, considering the miles he put on the shoes.
But when you're a size 13, beggars can't be too choosy about color, so rather than blue or brown or something sedate ... he ended up with green shoes.
"How green?" he asked, when I called to make sure he was OK with this. "Forest green?"
"Uh," I said, "No. More like ... frog green. Or tree green. They're kinda bright."
"Good," he said. "Then I won't forget to change my shoes when I get to the office."
About a week out from his birthday, I decided he needed socks, so while I was in Madison visiting Thorny and the Sow's Ear in Verona (super-cool yarn shop), I found a ball of self-striping OnLine and cast on. I think their stripes are the best ones out there.
I wasn't sure I could do it, but the night before his birthday, I kitchenered the last toe and stuffed the socks in the shoebox.
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Wool and Company is one of our favorite shops around here. Knitche is also quite good, and a bit closer.
Happy birthday
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