Dyeing socks

I spent a happy hour or so on Friday morning dyeing some socks for my daughter-in-law and 6 month old grandson, plus a few extras in the way of Christmas gifts. The saleslady who checked that the teeny tiny socks were cotton was horrified that I was going to despoil these virgin white socks with something so crass as dye. Perhaps it is my warped sense of personal taste, I think they are cute.

I also handed in my exhibition pieces today, do I hear huge sighs of relief? Ok, I have been stressing about them, next year I will not stash ufos and then finish them in one huge effort just before exhibition time. I will finish each piece as I go, I just made a New Year Resolution.