RPM is a tough sock
Not hard to do, but it likes to act all tough. I mean, look at it. You put it over your hand to get a photo, and it acts all mean and like Kenickie trying to protect his piece-of-crap car.
This, my friends, is how much you can get done while you’re lounging around in France, riding a train from Brive -la-Gaillarde (home of some excellent mustard) to Toulouse, and flying from Toulouse to Paris to Houston and THEN also knitting two days later as you fly from Dallas to Houston.
My hands are still a little stiff, actually.
I’m getting there, though, and then I can package the sock up with the goodies. I need to add some more fun little things to this package … hmm.
