Fashionista

Stalking the perfect model to display my socks for Jane's contest, I tried the cats first, but not even Ed would accommodate me. A 20-year-old cat is very slow, but not slow enough. I needed someone who would sit still for almost anything.


Gymnast Dude to the rescue! (Click to embiggen.) On his one available foot he is wearing the surviving member of the first pair of socks I ever made. They were horrible, made of a cotton/acrylic blend with no give whatsoever, but Miss B wore them valiantly until, to our relief, one of them developed a hole in the toe. (I think the holey one has gone to the Great Sock Drawer in the Sky; I was pretty surprised even to find this one.)

On his head he is sporting a pair of socks in progress that are patiently waiting for me to finish my gift knitting and figure out what pattern to use for the legs. He'd make a great original Star Trek alien, don't you think? He and the deely-bopper guys could hit the bars together.