Love doing toe-up socks.
Red bush. Socks playing at the neighbor's. Crux biscuits - my favorite with jam.
Once again my mind has gone into a tailspin.
Sorry not to comment sooner, but have been busy Googling the boobs-and-patriotism connection. There's a mathematical ratio involved, I'm sure. . .
I wish more knitters would pick up that PSA memo and stop pissin' all over my preference to do socks toe up! Pfft!!
Hi there. I tagged you for a meme if you're interested.
Are you kidding? I love Neil Diamond! Well, the pre-September Morn (shudder) version. I've even seen him in concert.
Oh, Laurie... if I can help just one person's brain tail-spin every day, I'm a happy camper. Just don't explode.
I understand, Kim. It's a big task (well, depending on the boobs). The biggest connection betwixt boobs and patriotism? Used for evil, they are weapons that can scramble brains and sap wills.
Amen, Sister Stacey! I don't understand the resistance to toe-up. It's such a beautiful, practical thing.
Yvette, you are my New Best Friend today. I, too, have seen Neil Diamond in concert, and while I don't know a lot about more recent stuff (You Don't Bring Me Flowers was borderline for me), I believe I have most of his old stuff in one form or another.
Solidarity!
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