What possessed me?
I bought some sock yarn. GULP.
And a pattern.
And I knitted a sample square (well, rectangle really and extrapolated). It was kinda OK. And the yarn, all stripey and yummy, knitted on those teeny needles. Uh-oh.
Holy crap. I'm a bit concerned. I may be in danger of knitting a sock (attempting to). If Don is lucky it will get a partner. And then he could have a pair of handknitted socks from his wife. It may take a while. Lets be honest, years.
He'd better not hold his breath.