Sock on the Water

(and other miscellaneous adventures in footwear)

The long-lost inchoate sock (last seen at Rhinebeck) surfaced and sallied forth bravely with me today in search of a suitable entry for Stephanie's contest (international freestyle category, of course, since the chances of my getting to Toronto any time this decade are on a par with the likelihood that George W. Bush will admit to ever having made a mistake). And we did get some pictures, but I really can't decide which one to use.


Rubber duckie, you're so fine...


Come sail away with me.


The town conservation chairman thinks I am a bit, um, unusual, but is willing to share some local history with the sock.


There's nothing like a well-stocked public library.


Susan the reference librarian thinks I am perhaps a trifle strange, but appreciates the sock's scholarly aspirations.


The sock works on its circus act...


...and exhibits a sense of the macabre.

Any opinions? (Not that knitters have opinions or anything.)