SOCKALYPSE

Everyone on Facebook keeps referring to this persistent snow as the 

Snowpocalypse. I think that's just silly. For starters, there's only a few inches. And, even if the entire city has been shut down and I've been trapped in my house with no company for four days, what's so apocalyptic about snow?

I'll tell you what's truly horrific. SOCKS.

Tiny rabbit and deer horn on my mantel added for scale. 

Teensy weensy needles, splitty soft sock yarn (that was probably ill-advised), and a rapidly looming deadline of my dad's birthday. Now THAT is something truly apocalyptic. So, I give you: SOCKALYPSE 2011!!!! Will I make that birthday deadline and successfully complete my second pair of socks ever? Or will I give up sock knitting* and return to simple lace patterns worked on large circulars in worsted weight wool? Only time will tell...


*Given that I just spent thirty minutes admiring sock yarn on etsy, this seems unlikely.