Having discovered the joy of knitting socks, I thought long and hard about what to make out of Tante Paula's inherited wool yarn. She knew H way back when we were just dating and thought the world of him. She used to tell me that H was my "einz und alles" (my one and everything), and she was right. It only seemed a fitting tribute to her to knit a pair of socks for H with her yarn. After much "tinking" (that's knitting spelled backwords, denoting how much I had to rip out), I finally finished the first sock this afternoon.
H models the first of the pair below.
Danke Schoen (Thank you), Tante Paula, you have been much in my thoughts of late!
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