Yes, they are done. As soon as I wove in the very last end I threw them over to where Joey was sitting on the couch, causing him to look up with an expression that said, “They’re done? I can have them now?” and he immediately put them on.
I went about my business getting ready for bed and he came and found me, gave me a big hug and said, “Thanks, they are the best socks I’ve ever had.”
(And no, Joey does not have the shaven, girly legs you see in the photos. He is in Texas right now recording an album and picking up my Henry dog. I had to bend in all sorts of awkward poses in order to take these grainy, camera-phone shots for you. You should have seen it- it was like a yoga class gone horribly wrong.)