Day 2: Stalking a pair of adolescent socks. Continue to see a flash of blue through the branches. Extremely frustrated at my inability to capture this pair of socks. . .
Day 5: Still trying to capture that pair of *Twisted Stitch Socks. My attempts at attracting them with yarn bits and fiber bobs has gone unnoticed. I think they might be mocking me. . .
Day 9: Yes! Yes! I know it. They are mocking me. Every time I get close to the little buggers, they take off. They must know that I’m after them. I’ll have to don a disguise. . .
Day 23: Success. Finally, Success! Though I may have crawled through muck and slime, dressed like Marilyn Monroe in the Seven Year Itch, pretending to whistle “Some Like it Hot,” I finally got my shot!
Now, having posted my shots to you, my faithful readers, I am off to watch a Marilyn Monroe marathon. It seems only fitting. This is your Sock Hunter, crazy as always, signing off.
*Twited Stitch socks, my own pattern, leftover Dream in Color Smooshy in Nightwatch, US 1 Hiya Hiya Steel DPNs
*shaking head* The devotion of a sock hunter. . .
But oh, what a pretty blue to capture.