After ripping and re-knitting that dumb heel no less than four times, I have said uncle, thrown in the towel, waved the white flag, and abdicated my throne as matchy-matchy heel queen. In other words, I gave up. Here’s the fricking thing:

appletini sock heels

Pretty close, I’ll admit. However, the more eagle-eyed among you may notice that I’m approximately one row off. Whatever. I don’t care anymore. I’ve traveled down the OCD road waaaaaaaay longer than I’m comfortable with. This is what I’ve got. I’m resignedly happy with it.

Bleah. I don’t want to do that ever again.

In other news, the bluebirds have finally laid (lain?) their first clutch,

five bluebird eggs

and the irises have started to bloom.

iris

No mushrooms, though. I think I give up on those, too.

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