The Pilgrim is a dying breed, I fear. A dinosaur. A curmudgeon. Alas.
Nevertheless, he still can be known to take some small delight in the completion of yet another in a series of silly, stripey socks for the Long-Suffering Other. In cotton, no less, and just in time for Summer.
Behold: happy, if long-suffering, feet!
P.S. OK, regular readers amongst you will recognize one notable abbreviation in the Knitty Pilgrim lexicon: the "L-SO."
Do feel free to share what you yourselves are knitting to welcome Summer!
And, until next time, kind regards. -- K.P.