Yep, Tom’s a redneck. Last week he said that his seat cover was coming apart would I look at it? Why he asked me I’ll never understand. So I walked out and check his seat (the car, not his bottom). It was worn on the left side of the driver seat, next to the door. My suggestion to him was to get a seat cover. He’s remark “can’t you fix it?”.
This just proves that men who drive big trucks should not ask wife to fix the seat cover, unless they want to be called a “redneck”.
On the knitting front:
I finished the socks and started a baby sweater set for a co-worker's new grandson. Photos to follow.