I managed to complete my latest pair of socks last night, no thanks to the four footed ones who thought I should be doing something else. Here they are:
The black floof is Salem, demon cat. I'm trying to type with one hand now thanks to him. He doesn't need socks.
You may notice the side effect of knitting these months apart - the tension isn't the same. The first one, on the right, was started when I was visiting my family and the narrower stripes show it was knit tighter in the foot. (These are toe up.) Then I did the leg in the comfort of my own home and the tension loosened up. Yes, that says something about my family...
Then I started the second one while relaxed and wanting to finish. Roughly about the heel I realized they didn't match so I tightened up. The stripes and swirls tell a story, don't they?
Since I'm showing off socks I thought I'd show the pair I finished on that family visit. They have been sitting here since February waiting for me to weave in the ends. I've been known to leave socks waiting for a year or so waiting for the ends to be tucked in. I think I'm going to start a new fashion of socks with tails hanging out.
I have more of a story to tell about these socks, but Salem has other ideas so that will have to wait.