Sunday afternoon Amy predicted on ravelry that there would be a death that night. As soon as I read her post I knew she was after me. I am not sure exactly what made me so certain. I knew she must be after somebody in town because of her certainty of being able to reach her target easily and late at night. But there are several other in town knitters participating in the battle, and still I knew that it was me. When Amy posted later that night that she had made her drop, trembling I went to my door. There was nothing on my doorstep right outside my apartment, but the mailbox is actually around a corner from my door. I put on my coat and my shoes; I had to know. There is was: a black shiny shoe box that meant the end of my short term career as a sock wielding assassin.

 

 

I haven’t had the chance to post in a while. The way school has been going lately I have been glad to be dead, and I have been wishing that could get me out of grading somehow, but for some reason that is not the case.

 

I have joined yet another competition, and this one will give me more of a sporting chance. It is the sock pentathalon, knitters compete for speed knitting five different pairs of socks one every two months. The first to post pictures of completed socks wins each pair, and the person with the lowest total of places wins. The first pattern is released the first night of Spring break, I am so all over this!