Tuesday morning, I woke up and this is what it looked like outside my apartment.
When I lived in North Carolina, I didn't need to wear wool socks very much. It turns out that I have knit only two pairs of wool socks for myself. Now that winter has arrived in Cleveland, two pairs is not going to cut it. So, I started a new pair of socks on Wednesday. Can you guess what they are? Here's a hint: I'm the last person in the world to knit them.