See these feet? They belong to my wonderful dad. And they’re wearing hand knit socks. We went to dinner tonight, and I just happened to notice as he was getting out of the car that he was wearing these. I knit them for him for Christmas a few years ago. If it weren’t for my eagle eye for hand knits, I’d never have known. He was wearing them just because he wanted to wear them. This makes me happier than I can say.
And since I’m here, how about a picture of a squash blossom?
Happy Cinco de Mayo, my friends! And happy knitting!