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September 23, 2006



Nifty--I like them!!

le chat qui coud



Thanks so much for the sock pattern. I can't wait to knit it up.


Holy cow! The lens makes it looks like I have pontoons for feet!! Next time we should get further away and use the zoom.
When do I get my next pair?
Black please, followed by grey, then maybe a lite green?

I love 'em

Barb in Texas

What an excellent and subtle idea for socks! I have some burgundy "almost solid" sock yarn I've been meditating on for a few days that this concept would be perfect for.

As for the Nether Garments, yikes. I think I would go for reknitting the thighs with alternate skeins to see if that would break it up into narrow stripes.


The socks are really cool!


Mmmm, Man Socks! I am knitting a pair now with self patterning yarn but if I had known about these! oh well, I guess he gets these next time. I will defintiely try this pattern. Thanks so much.
I do love the random rib!

Katy Sammons

Do you know about this free PDF writer?

Neat socks!


Fascinating! I love the idea of random ribs :0) Thanks!

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