
My frustration with myself impacted my motivation a bit, but I did eventually finish the socks and sent them off to my target in Scotland. She has been great to correspond with, so I feel a little bit bad for killing her. Hopefully the Jeager superfine merino will make up for it. She has already "socked" her target, and has forwarded her target's unfinished socks on to me. I hope to finish them off and send them to their intended target, before I receive a pair of socks to knock me out of the game. I really liked the socks I knit, so I am looking forward to my demise in the form of pair of socks (of doom).
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Those are nice socks you've knit there. I know I'm jealous, so I'm sure your victim will enjoy them as well!
There was a bit of confusion about whether I was dead or merely wounded, but your socks will be winging their way to my assassin who'll get them to you soon, no doubt.
Shame I got caught on the hop as I've been enjoying the socks... am tickled to find that we've both chosen very similar colours to knit the socks of doom in!
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