When bad things happen to good socks...
Remember these?
Well I was on the phone with my mom a couple weeks ago and as we were signing off she said in a lowered voice "Oh... There's something I feel like I should tell you."
This is not really something one wants to hear, and I was wondering what horrible family tragedy had occurred. It turns out that there was a run-in with a monster.
Poor sock! I told my mom to have my sister send the socks back to me - I still have the leftover yarn and will fix it to the best of my ability - although the stripes might not match up quite as perfectly as the first time...
Listening to: One Year From Now ~ Katatonia, My Long Walk to Jail ~ Filter, Evidence ~ Katatonia
Well I was on the phone with my mom a couple weeks ago and as we were signing off she said in a lowered voice "Oh... There's something I feel like I should tell you."
This is not really something one wants to hear, and I was wondering what horrible family tragedy had occurred. It turns out that there was a run-in with a monster.
Poor sock! I told my mom to have my sister send the socks back to me - I still have the leftover yarn and will fix it to the best of my ability - although the stripes might not match up quite as perfectly as the first time...
Listening to: One Year From Now ~ Katatonia, My Long Walk to Jail ~ Filter, Evidence ~ Katatonia
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5:12 PM
20 Comments:
Owwww... that photo is painful.
At least those doggies have good taste!
Oh my goodness. It conveys horrific images of sock-eating monsters (which are probably otherwise beloved dogs). The foot is utterly gone! How terrifying for a poor sock!
No! Nooooo!
That picture should have a parental advisory for graphic violence. What happened? Did the kitty get it?
OK, now I get it. Chewed up by the dog. See, the sight of the mutilated sock made my brain not work right!
Thank goodness my dog only eats paper. I think I'd cry. Good luck with the fix.
The whole foot is eaten! Oh, that hurts...
Eek! How scary!
Yikes!!
Oh, how awful!
That is a nightmare that only socks knitters can dream.
Good luck with the repairs. I have great confidance in your abilities.
By the way...I'm curious....is the dog o.k.?
a DOG ate those? i think i'd be haivng hotdogs for supper! at least you'll get t o count the leftovers towards the marathon (you maniac, you!)
Why is it that the beasties only go for the handknit socks? Tragic.
Yikes! It hurts to look at that picture.
OUCH!
So nice to meet you in real life yesterday, but very sorry to hear about the socks!
Ack! My eyes! My eyes!
Ouch! My dog has a similar love for mangling hand-knits. She got the first pair of socks I ever knit along with my Fetchings. I feel your mom's pain. :(
Eek! "I'm sorry, Teacher, my dog ate my socks."
Oh no!!! I have a sock-eating dog too, but she generally swallows the thing, so all we get is digested evidence. Yuck! Luckily it's only happened with one handknit sock :( I'm so sorry!!
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