with apologies to Zoboomafoo.
Yes, it's true. I've fallen for the notion of argyle socks. I can't promise rapid progress on this one, but I did so want to show you what I've done with my orange and pink jones since I finished Megan's Dunkin' Donut mittens. I saw an argyle sock in the sample stack at The Yarn Basket in Portsmouth, and even though I started out with a 64 stitch version, I decided that I really do need the full compliment of the traditional 72 stitches for my feet. It's fun, and ever so slightly addictive. Since I am facing a month or so of driftwood aran-ness in the husband's sweater, I think a shot of hot pink will serve me well.