Sock That Rocks.

My knitting moratorium has been lifted. The thumb is much better, and I have been able to resume my tussle with the needles.

I finished the sock I was making, and I am inordinately proud of it:

It's my first sock, and it really looks like a sock, doesn't it?! I managed to "turn the heel" and everything, without having a major aneurism or anything.

I can't lie, though, that thing is huge. I don't know how it happened, but I made a sock big enough to fit both my feet in at once, and maybe a couple of other people's, too. If I had a Yeti on my Christmas list, I'd be all set.

I'm making the other one as we speak, and I seem to have been able to make it a more reasonable size. (They are both for me, so I don't really care if they look ridiculous. Besides, the First Rule Of Knitting is: I made it, I'm wearing it.)

Eventually I hope to be able to make socks that actually match.