Oh, come on, Stephanie. This is supposed to be a challenge?
Well, maybe it is if you don’t happen to be a Real Political Animal like me. But I just happen to have the most important candidate of the millennium staying in my house right now, and she took a moment out of her busy campaign schedule to pose with my sock-in-progress. (I’m not sure this is what she expected when I said “yacht,” but she was pretty gracious about it, considering, only muttering a few choice epithets under her breath about the decrepitude and general lack of amenities like bars and scantily-clad stewards and such.)
No, she didn’t knit on it. I didn’t ask her to. That is my very own 4-ply handspun made out of an Abby Sock Batt, and even in the best of causes I’m not letting any dissolute sheep drop a single one of its precious stitches.
Ladies and gentlemen of the Fibertarian Party, may I present your candidate, the one and only Dolores, in a rare moment of relaxation:
Close-up of sock:
All you other political and/or sock-knitting mooks, eat your hearts out.