Life, Knitting and the Pursuit of Roller Coasters

I wouldn’t be  all that concerned over the fact that I’m not done yet (or that these are completely different socks than the ones I was planning to make). I’d be concerned over the separation anxiety that I’m having over the concept of putting these gorgeous socks (seriously, the best work I’ve ever done in sock form) in an envelope and just dropping it in the mail. What sort of cruel punishment is that?

There will be another pair or two of twisted flower socks in my future. Quite possibly another pair in the Fleece Artist Sea Wool even.  But seriously, who just drops these in the mail?