When my husband went to Boston earlier this year, he brought back this tweed yarn with the request that I knit him some socks. At the time, double-pointed needles were far above my knitting skill set, so this has been sitting in my stash for months. We have a big anniversary coming up in July, and I decided that it was finally time to tackle the socks. As you can see, progress is slow going, especially since I can only work on these when he isn’t home, lest I spoil the surprise.

Just so you know, juggling that many needles at once is not for the eternally clumsy. I fear that before these socks are through, I may be the first person in my town to need medical attention for a knitting injury.