I've gone to the big yarn stash in the sky.

Sock Wars is still booming along, but I had a fast, experienced English knitter as an assassin. This means a) I got a GREAT pair of heathery purple toe-warmers, and b) I got knocked out in the first round. I was able to commit a little mayhem myself before death, as evidenced by the rainbowish pair. Sock-cess! They were my first ever, but came out pretty darn well if I may say so myself. Karen, my NY victim, was appreciative and enthusiastic, although her response may have been influenced by the local chocolate I enclosed, as well as pain meds for her dental surgery (owiee!). The third pair, crafted by another sock warrior, is an example of what too much time, creativity, and talent can achieve.

Preparations for SWII are underway!