I have the worst time finding house shoes that I like. It's the noise I can't stand. Clippety-cloppity. It drives me nuts. Some years ago, a friend knitted me a pair of wool clogs. I loved them. They were completely silent. I wore holes in the soles.
Over the years, I've knitted myself a few pairs of wool house shoes, and even made a pair from felted wool sweaters. Wore all those soles out, too, and resorted to store-bought shoes with vinyl/plastic bottoms. Bought a new pair just this week. Clippety-cloppity. After two days, I'd had enough. I dug around in the craft closet and found enough yarn for yet another pair of wool house shoes. They are drying on the porch as we speak. I can't wait to wear them.
After dinner last night, we went down to the garden to check for bugs and things. All seems well. One day ago, I doused the pitiful little Hossinator tomatoes with the microbial innoculent. Surely it's too soon to have made a real difference, but the little plants look far healthier than they did two days ago.
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