Bless me 43 Things, for I have committed a knitting sin.

So my immediate boss at my internship had a birthday recently. Last week my mother gave me four pairs of handmade socks that she had finished, but didn’t want to wear. On my way to work, I realized that I needed a present for my supervisor. I grabbed a pair of socks and stuffed them inside a small Christmas lunch box. AFter I gave her the present, she asked, “Did you knit these?” Without a moment’s hesitation, I said, “Yes.”

I am a bad, bad person. (I told my mother what I had done and she laughed.)