Stitch Witch

This poor sock has travelled long and far. I pretty much refused to work on it while not on a plane, other than its toe and the very top of its ribbing.

It began its formation in Cincinnati during a friend’s guitar lesson, and after that grew mainly above ground. It took a brief detour to the warmth of Savannah, and then finally made its way to our capital.  Finally this evening (after returning from Washington, DC) I took pity on it, finished the last half inch of ribbing and wove the ends in.

The pattern on the leg is a simple twin rib (known to many as rib of doom!).

Poor thing was starting to collect frequent flyer miles!