Part of yesterday was spent rooting through my yarn stash, hunting for that ball of grey yarn I just knew was hiding somewhere. After going through every single tub, every box, every bag, I found some. It was in the cedar chest, at the very bottom. At least, I found it.
I’ll let you be the judge… can YOU tell which sock has the little bit of a different yarn?
I’ll give you a hint. It’s the one on the right. I don’t think anyone will ever notice that there’s a slightly different yarn in one sock. John is happy and I’ll be moving on to other projects now, thank you very much.