Ow.

The Packing has now reached the point where one stops labeling boxes things like "Glass Bottles, Colored" and begins labeling them things like "Random Crap". Who lives in this apartment anyway? What kind of inbred monster allows that kind of scrunge to accumulate under the sink? What kind of maniac keeps an entire drawer full of unopened junk mail? What has been going on here?
Of course, this may have something to do with my fundamental philosophy that there are lots more interesting things to do in my free time besides clean. Nah. Weasels come out of the cupboards while we're at work and throw crazy drunken weasel parties. That must be it.
The Stash has been packed:

Wisely, I kept some Malabrigo Worsted aside for comfort. And what a knitter needs at a time like this is garter stitch. Luckily, I found these posted on Craftster. Basically, you make a rectangle the length of you foot without toes and 7" wide, with two rows of decreases at one end. You fold it in half and sew up the heel and toe, and make a little strap:



Doesn't look like much, until you put it on:



Snuggly, voila!