After today I believe it! I have no pictures - just take a plain white sheet of paper and look at that - it will be close enough!
Of course, by their own web site information, their prediction accuracy over time runs at about 40%. (Tossing a coin would give you 50%!)
A Little Sock Making

This is a pair of kids size 5 - 7 socks, made with left over hand painted Harry Potter theme sock yarn, 75% wool, 25% nylon. The socks used 15 grams each, and were easily done with the leftover of one skein from a pair of adult mediums.
These are done on the 54 cylinder with mock ribbing 2:1 full time - which is to say the missing needles aren't put back after the hem as in my adult patterns.
The important watchpoint is to make sure a pair of needles straddles the red hash mark on each side of the cylinder. If you have a blank spot at a red mark it will really b*gger up your heel and toe.
Closing the Toes
A few people have asked me about this. I will refer you to the resource that I learned from: here . This sheet was put together by Karen In the Woods, and resides on Pat Fly's web site. There are a lot of other goodies on Pat's site, including pdf copies of many of the manuals for antique sock machines, bits and pieces for machines, and her own 'Fly Dyed' yarn.
Ellen's Hind Legs
A few also asked about the significance of Ellen's hind legs being so large. It's difficult to explain without sounding heartless, but suffice it to say that the hind quarters of any livestock (and some people) are the 'prime cuts'. So an animal (and some people) generously endowed at that end has a higher value.
Waxing Nostalgic
Since I've been speaking of favourite animals, here's one:

The ewe in the front of the picture is Oma. Her name was actually Thelma. And yes, her twin sister's name was Louise. She was the last of my original sheep, born in 1991 and died in October 2005. She had a beautiful fleece that went to hand spinners every year, and she had more lambs in her life time than I have digits.
In 2003 I had a summer student at the farm from Germany on a university agricultural work/study programme. He called her Oma and always greeted her with a tip of his hat and a swashbuckling bow. It stuck and I carried it on, every time I entered the paddock where she presided.
In the last year of her life she didn't lamb, which is normally a capital offense, but I had decided years before that she would finish off her years at the farm.
She had been gradually losing her teeth, and by the early fall of 2005 she had none left. She was able to graze a little, using her gums but was starting to get a little thin.
There are lots of wild apple trees on the farm (the sheep know where every single one is, and can hear an apple drop from a mile away!). So every morning and afternoon when I went to check on the flock I would collect a few apples and cut them into slices for her.
I would call her name when I entered the paddock and she would trot right over. After bowing and tipping my hat I would feed her the apple slices.
I wasn't worried about her wintering over, as the sheep are on hay and grain, neither of which require teeth. But I was concerned about the following spring when the flock returned to grass. She wouldn't be able to get enough to eat, but she would be distraught if separated from her group.
In the end, a wolf got her. I had a visit with her one late October morning, and that afternoon all I found were her bones.
After providing for me and my family for 14 years, she provided for another family.
What a gal!
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