Step AWAY from The Socks!

I was gone to Cleveland and back all day and left my knitting sitting on my desk when I went to bed Weds. night. I was also sleeping when Dave and Kristen stopped by on their way to Chicago last evening. Peter woke me up and I stumbled out into the computer room to see...

Kristen fondling MY SOCKS!

OK, so I did buy the yarn to make socks for Kristen. And then I showed her the yarn and told her it was for her socks. And she recognized the beautiful greens and reds in the jumble of my desk.

But I hadn't yet paired that yarn with this pattern. I hadn't yet fallen in love with The Socks myself.

It took everything I had not to throw my body between her and The Socks.

"I LOVE THEM!" she gushes.

"I didn't know you were coming (or I would have replaced them on my desk with an ulgy dishcloth). A couple more days and I'd have finished them (and stashed them neatly in my sock drawer)," I mumble, snaking an arm around her to stroke the soft merino.

"Is it OK if we crash here tomorrow night, on the way back?" Dave asks, totally oblivious to the struggle going on in front of him.

"Sure!" I'm trying to sound as cheerful as I normally do at the prospect of spending some time with my oldest original kid. But it's hard with my eyes tearing up.

She's gonna leave with The Socks on Saturday, isn't she?