Before today, I had never thought that anyone could have passionate feelings toward a pair of a socks.
I hate those socks with a passion reserved for certain government leaders and people who are too stupid/selfish/lazy to train their dogs.
Don't ask. It's been a really long day over here.
That was the socks on bath #3, btw.
Never again will I sink to the level of acrylic yarn. If you can't do wool, you can just bugger off! Who can live with this stuff? What kind of animals would look at that crappy yarn and be happy? Forget wanting to wear it.
I mean... really!
If they go at all, hey will be the 'Hey, I made you something lame that might dye your feet blue' part of a gift bag/box/something.