One sock down

I finished knitting the first dad sock. We'll say it's the left one. I still need to graft the toe, but I am needle-less.



I can never forget how to START the kitchener stitch. Maybe that would be a good tattoo? I have been thinking about getting a knitting tattoo someday, but I want the meaning of it to apply to knitting and life. Maybe just a row of knitting onto my skin (like little Vs) or maybe garter stitch. Or maybe a tiny sock being unraveled? Who knows. I have time.



Oh, and here is a picture of my crocheted closet curtain.