Here it is, Wednesday night, and it’s dark outside. No light for photos of the new sock, in yarn that most definitely enjoys being a sock and will be very warm. (If I had thought of it, I could have had a photo at the expense of a few minutes’ delay in dinner, but I was hungry and didn’t think of it.)

It’s funny…I am absolutely certain that the sweater will be too small (despite multiple tryings-on), and I am just as sure that this sock will be too big, despite having checked it against others that fit. Maybe I need to get checked for some kind of knitting dysmorphia?