Crafty. Like a fox.

A sock-knitting fox. I took a sock-knitting class last winter with my friend Deb. It was held over an eight-week period during which we learned the fine art of knit-purl-knit, turning the heel, and some fancy toe-end stitch I forget the name of. The class cost a whopping $120. The wool was $25.

Behold the fruits of my labour:


Most expensive socks ever? Maybe. Most beautiful socks ever? Probably not, but when the zombie apocalypse comes and your feet get cold, don't come crying to me because you need my mad sock-knitting skills.