Yeah. That's right. I joined SocktoberFest.
Hold on to your hat!
(Or, maybe I should say. . . hold on to your socks!)
Since beginning this blog. . . I have never, ever, never shared with you one pair of socks. Not one.
Sweaters, mittens, hats, minions, shawls, bags, wash cloths, cowls, potholders, and scarves. Sure.
But not one sock.
That doesn't mean I haven't knit socks (because I have).
It just means. . . I haven't knit any lately.
Anyway, I joined SocktoberFest.
Why? I'm sure that's the burning question.
Because, really. . . I'm still not actually knitting . . . socks.
But. I am knitting something kind of like socks.
But not really socks.
And I can't tell you any more.
Because. Well. It's also Christmas knitting.
And most of the eventual recipients actually read my blog.
So it's all a big secret. (For now, at least.) But it does have to do with feet. And I can, legitimately, be part of SocktoberFest.
But that's all I can say for now!