The Java socks have been hogging my needles since last September. I cast on in Washingtonville, NY, while visiting for a friend's wedding. In the winter, I focused on the stitches to bring myself through the black rows that swept up my shmoopy shcarf. I cannibalized needles from them when I went into a spring sock frenzy. And last night I broke my kitchen chair when I finally finished them, jumped up to try them on, and put my foot through the wicker seat. Lesson: it is not always necessary to stand on chairs to wear socks.
The instep creates a sexy little arch over the top of the foot.
Here I almost snapped my spine arching up from the patio to get my legs over the rail into the sunlight.



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