Django socks

My good friend Cath sent me a ravelry message earlier this week alerting me to the existence of this. Oh that Cookie A! She got me!

When talking with my dad yesterday I was alerted to the fact that I hadn't knit in at least a week. A week dudes!

Last night I realized that my current state of mental health seriously needed some medication. One prescription for Haddy: Django socks, stash yarn and some couch time.

Today I have this:

I know it's blurry, but it's the best I can do on this dismal, dreary day photographing navy without a flash.

PS - Thank you Cath!

PPS - Hubby has started to taper for Boston. I'm not sure I have the strength.

I am alive.

Yes. I'm breathing. Fine. Alive. and tired.

I'll give you this though:

Someone referred to a certain senior level executive somewhere as
"The devil wears Talbots."

Indeed. I think most demons so wear Talbots.
It's just a little too perfect to be believed, no?
All clean and tailored on the outside, totally evil on the inside.