Pomatomus at last

I started a pair of socks using this pattern about 7 years ago. This was a new pattern then. And it was the pair I couldn't manage to knit. I put the pattern away and tried again recently. The socks flew off my fingers! It's a great pattern and knowing what I know now, with all I've learned about knitting in the last 7 years, it was a piece of cake!
Who knew??
I think they are very pretty. The yarn is Tuscan Grove Venice. The colorway is "Mamma Mia".

The Tuscan Grove sisters don't seem to be online any longer, which I find very sad. It's lovely stuff and very generous skeins.
Sigh. Another proof that the safest place for yarn is in my stash.

Because of this day, I exist.

I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.

So I will throw Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw away any sacred things.

What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.

And all music is.

Kurt Vonnegut
Breakfast of Champions (1973)