Another FO

Sometimes, doing the right thing comes at a price.  Sometimes, that means you have to give more of yourself than you thought was ever really possible.  Sometimes, the price you pay is your own sanity.  Sometimes, the avenue to healing is somehow giving just a little bit more.

Enter my lovingly dubbed and finally finished “waiting room socks.”


These were knit exclusively in waiting rooms.  Sometimes it was for routine Dr. visit and sometimes while waiting on an oil change, but this weekend, it was while waiting at the hospital for something far less mundane.

Regardless, the simple pattern of these vanilla socks in a beautiful self-striping yarn was all I needed to pass the time and sooth my nerves.

The wait was just long enough to finish the last sock just in time to give them to someone very deserving.





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