Happy Birthday, Sis!
So, you ask: where's the goods? I reply--with much embarrassment and regret--they're here. Or rather it (as in socko numero uno)'s here, on my foot, waiting to be Kitchenered together.
I won't offer excuses, won't blame anyone except myself for my tardiness. Here's hoping you can forgive your big sister, who promises to knit night and day until you have a full pair of socks, hopefully at least a fraction as fabulous as you are. Happy Birthday!