Here’s the sock in progress:
I actually got quite a bit done last night while waiting for trick-or-treaters. Plus, I met a woman who (a.) was under 40, (b.) knew what I was doing [knitting], and (c.) knew what I was knitting. I wish I knew for certain whether or not she lives on our street, since I think one of her kids was roughly George’s age, and it would be awesome to be able to have a mini Stitch-n-Bitch disguised as a playdate.
Sigh. A girl can dream, can’t she?