Well, I'm finally dead. My killer socks arrived this afternoon. Courtney started them and Carolynn, aka cinnamonamon finished them. You can see they are really nice. My socks, for Cara, aka Woolslinger, are still not done. I am so stuck. I made a minor error turning the heel, couldn't find it and tried to fudge things. It just isn't working and I don't have the oomph (even with the chai tea that cinnamonamon sent me) to frog them again and redo the heal. I think they are better off in someone else's hands. I don't think I'll do this again. I really enjoyed the e-mails, but the knitting really didn't engage me. I'm pretty sure I'm not suited to knitting on needles any smaller than size 7.