They had to come out of hiding to get finished, but I got the mansocks done before bedtime on the Dr.'s b-day.  He only asked me what I was working on once.  ("Hmph.  Nothing.  Socks.")  Flashing/pooling was totally minimal and on the whole obscured by the twisted stitch pattern...except on the heel flaps.  I'm thinking about changing the name to White Lightening.
| Big socks on a small dog | 
| ...the horror... | 
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