the first thing the man said when he saw his socks was something to the effect of ‘they’re going to make fun of me.’
and then i asked my mom if he was going to wear them anyway and she said yes :)
and so, the next dad gift, a log cabin afghan. for next christmas. i figured this one might take a while, and my friend camille spurred it on by giving me a copy of mason-dixon knitting. although i must admit, as with all scrappy things, it is quite addictive. i had red and orange in it at one point. heels and toes, yes. blanket? i’ll be trying to stick to greens, blues, and browns.
anyone else knit a log cabin?