This is not a picture of me, nor of anyone I know. Indeed, I have no idea who this is, but he has obviously seen my felted clogs. While both turned out very well, they absolutely do not match. Shades of my mother’s slipper sock story! (See July 16th, if you want to know this story.)

Having produced one nice flat scuff-type thing and one charming boot-type thing, I hied myself to my Local Yarn Shop for another skein of Lamb’s Pride with which to make a third clog, hoping that it might, when it was completed, match one of the clogs I have already made. Alas, they were out of the color I need. They are going to get me some more next time they order from those guys, but in the meantime I am left with a non-pair of clogs. Woe is me!

Well, not really. It is, after all, August. I don’t need wool things for my feet at the moment, so I can just wait. I was sorely tempted to get another couple of skeins of some other color and try again, but perhaps fortunately I did not care for any of the colors they had on hand, so I was able to resist the temptation. I have returned to my socks.