Maybe stupid, too.
The further I got into these socks the more I wanted to keep them for myself. But then I had to ask, "would I truly be able to enjoy wearing them when I knew they were intended for another? WHat if I actually had them on and the intended recipient admired them?" Oh...could you imagine the guilt?
So I did the stupid. The inevitable.
I gave them away. To my sister. It's okay. Really. She's a non knitter, but does she appreciate hand knits. Even more so after I told her that if I were paid $10 an hour to knit this particular socks they would cost at least $400. (Seriously. This famous pattern threw me for a loop.) I also felt the need to make sure she knew I had to stay up all night just to buy some of this yarn in the crazy world of Wollmeise stalking. I swear she likes them for what they are---not the guilt I gave her to make sure she wore them!
Here's my "Three P's for T"
Perfectly Pomatomus :