Uncle Vintage / knitted woolen socks
One day I went out getting a rudenėjantį yard. And since the huge yard, and rummage in it is much, and do not always know what is happening at what's End :). And this time was no exception. I walk šiurendama leaves underfoot, swipe the cobwebs from your face, užsižiūriu the incident maple leaf ... Suddenly a " another angle " develops something bulging. In a surprise even lip atvimpa. I look around. None " suspicious " sight. I come closer. Well there's a basket full of woolen socks for, šiltutėlių, softest, various patterned ... Even the mood has been further improved. And the next kiuksančių rockedsounds understand that here Uncle Harvest prank. It is perhaps a neighbor with a short bent? .. :)
