When this is the only thing in the mailbox . . .
. . . it’s a good mail day indeed. Yes, that’s the fiber I fell for, the fiber that made a liar out of me. But I promise not to start it until the Parrots are done.
In other fibery pursuits, I finished the Monkey socks last night.
Now, the pictures will not be great, as it was after dark when I got home, but here’s a picture a little more accurate in color. Maybe.
It will have to do. So, a pair of socks finished means . . .