Actual content!!

I rescued my camera cord!  Everyone is pleased.  Heh.  I've also - finally, after many machinations and not a little cursing - reinstated my flickr account.  Enter the Monty Python celebration group with the little pennants.  (hooray.  hooray.)

As some of you may know, I have a slight tendency towards the verbose.  Please understand that, during the course of this challenge, you will likely be subjected to varying measures of this predisposition.  I'm sure I could reign it in some, but I have small children that have used up all my patience, resolve, self control, and time to wash my hair.  Y'all (it's a word, ask Texas) are going to be subject to the fallout in blog form.

In addition to verbosity (also a word,) I'm addicted to parentheses (even unnecessary ones - I love Faulkner so much!) and knitting socks.  I'm pretty sure that I can justify a handknit pair of socks as an entry in every proposed category.  Rationalization is a form of creativity, right?  As a clinician, I'm going to say that yes, yes it is, but I'll ask my licensing board next time it comes up.

Now, without further ado, pictures of things!

These are socks I knit for my Mother In Law's birthday.  I realized, as she admired yet another pair I was knitting, that I'd never knit her a pair, and resolved to fix the matter in time for her birthday.  She loves them.  I guess we'll file this one under "Surprise!" which is not actually a stretch, but we don't have to stretch everything.

They are being modeled by a lovely 22 year old friend of the family that has just moved to Nashville.  She's lithe and effortlessly beautiful and everything one should be when one is 22.  She's also a fabulous sock model. I shall be making use of her services in the future.  

This next pair is for my four year old son.  He has dubbed them his Fire Socks!! (exclamations points very necessary)  I bought the yarn from one of my favorite companies that names all their colorways (I gather this is what colors are called when applied to yarn or fiber, I'm not sure it makes any sense to me but I'm going to go with it) after bugs.  This particular yarn is called Bog Fritillary.  Oh, and the purple in the socks above is called Northern Purple Gold Beetle.  I love cleverly named things.   These socks are going in the "yellow" category.  There is yellow in Orange.  And I don't have any yellow yarn.  And my bank account will not currently support any "need" to purchase yellow yarn.  What does it know?

Photographer's Notes: getting a four year old to do the demure, foot-crossing pose requires serious bribery, and possibly a threat or two.  In the end, I believe the issue was resolved with a popsicle.  Fortunately for the youth of America, I'm a better psychologist than a photographer.  

Hooray for creativity in the summer!