The Ribber Fights Back…

Somehow, some way, some one told the ribber that I was all flaunting the fact that I managed to wrest a pair of ribbed socks from its cast-iron grip.

…and now its pissed at me.

The ribber fights back

The ribber and I are now locked in all-consuming death match. It is merciless.

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13 thoughts on “The Ribber Fights Back…

  1. I have confidence that you will be triumphant–you are, after all, much smarter than the ribber and will dominate it in the end. Can’t wait to see the finished sock!

  2. Oooh, I had to cover my eyes! Perhaps if you wrestle it to the ground and…nevermind, that probably won’t work. Maybe if you caress it lovingly…yeah, that might work. It’s worth a try, don’t you think?

  3. That looks so scary!!!!
    It does!
    (who knows WHY? But all I can think of here is…..Knit, knitter, knitter, KNIT! Swing batter, batter, SWING! Sue lawyer, lawyer, SUE)
    I’ll stop. I swear. I will.

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