This poor pair of Monkey socks has had a rough go of it. Back in April there was an issue with the needles, now there's a toddler out to get'em.
This is what happens when Critter#1 (aged 2 yrs) encounters any knitting and mama is not around to provide enough incentive to leave it alone.
So yesterday I was able to go fishing with my dad and grandpa while DH stayed home with both Critters. (Thank you DH!) It's 2 hours one way to the lake, and well worth it. Dad, an avid "Deadliest Catch" fan, kept saying "This is Fishin', not Catchin'!" the whole 3 hours we were on the lake. I got a laugh out of the bubbles rising to the water's surface. Anyone who saw Captian Phil on DC 2 weeks ago remembers that Fart Bubbles are a good sign. We caught our limit (60) on some big sunnies, in this family we'd say they had "shoulders on 'em".
I've been fishing my whole life and have always enjoyed it. Yesterday was a beautiful day on the lake and a peaceful trip there and back. As you can see I was very productive with my time, 6 whole repeats finished by bedtime!
Looks familiar, I've had similar tragedies befall my knitting by my boys!
Posted by: knittymama | July 14, 2009 at 11:38 PM