My husband has added black fingernails to his new moustacheless, green skin, black tooth look.  Oh yeah.  Just keeps getting better.

But at least his feet will look good:

I finished the first sock in the pair I am knitting him.  No knitting these babies out of scrap yarn – in fact, I couldn’t even find a pattern big enough for his boats.   This is my first attempt at pattern drafting.

I kid you not, I was working on the cuffs for these during my flight to DC last month, and my seatmate turned to me, and  said; “Hey, that’s a beautiful sweater you are working on!”

With a few tweaks, that’s not a bad idea.