by vermin, for vermin
Sock #2 Gusset
The Little Sock That Could has been in the FedBldg lobby with the rest of ’em.
According to one Mrs. Conrad Black: the Vermin!
In the soon to be epic trial of her husband, the notorious *Lord* Black, Mrs. Black has made some epic pronouncements of her own. While riding up to the courtroom in an elevator, Her Ladyship face-to-face declared a journalist from the CBC “a slut” and the rest of us covering the story in the lobby: Vermin.
The little Sock in the Lobby says, “That’s what happens when you purchase your Ladyship Title with that special discount coupon from Craigslist Toronto…”
[Hush now, you.] I actually thought I’d have this sock finished by now but reality intruded and knitting dropped by the wayside. Who’s a history buff out there? WHO was the first vicious moron who started collecting taxes!? I have a score to settle with him in the afterlife right after I get done with the guy who invented the mortgage.
By Edgar A. Guest
When they become due I don’t like them at all.
Taxes look large be they ever so small.
Taxes are debts which I venture to say,
No man or no woman is happy to pay.
I grumble about them, as most of us do.
For it seems that with taxes I never am through.
[I digress.] A little been’s done on the bus going here and there. We made a new friend last night. I looked up and spied a lady in a gorgeous yellow tweed coat standing on the ride – she was smiling and watching me knit. When I told her, on her question, that the yarn I was using was STR, she pulled out a sock out of her bag and BING! It was in the colorway I traded for – looked just like the one I made and frogged. It unsettled me, I know not why…
I’m still getting all happy looking at the colors in this Moss Agate – all together it’s a little busy, but I get lost in its initimate green and garden while stitching.
There are small verdant shoots of soon-to-be purple tulips pushing up the cool soil in the front yard.