This blog is mostly going to be my little place to talk about the novel I am writing. Which is why I stole a quote from one of my favorite tv shows, as this novel I am writing, I plan to finish, and at times.. it feels like an impossible thing. Also this is to journal my move to the UK, and starting my own business as an Indie Yarn Dyer

The sock that almost was..




As you read previously, I did my first sock this week.
And this morning, I finished it.

Yup. Woohoo and all that jazz. But before anyone says congrats or any bullshit like that, let me enlighten you.

As I was grafting the toe, for you non knitters.. As I was stitching the seam of the toe together, the final act of completing the sock, my stitches fell off the needles.

I put them back on, and finished the sock, but I ended up with this loop, that I spent 4 hours trying to get rid of.
Finally, I decided that there was no way I was going to be able to get rid of this loop, and I ripped it out to the start of the toe.
then I sat there trying to figure out how to get my stitches on the appropriate needles.

Once again after much frustration I could not figure it out.

I was not willing to hand it off to my mother, because whats the point of me trying to learn this if I end up handing it off to someone else every time I screw up.

Now, I guess when I am all menstrual and all that, I shouldn’t work on anything more difficult than a scarf of garter stitch (which happens to be the only project I’m going to work on the rest of the day). Because I’m crying over a damn sock.

A weeks worth of work, a sock I was proud of, I mean honestly proud. It fit me perfectly, it was beautiful, and thanks to something that was no fault of my own it got screwed up beyond my skill level of being able to save it.

And right now, I have absolutely no desire to try again.
I’m done. I gave it a go, and I have not yet been lured into the world of socks. Perhaps someday, but right now it’s not on my list of things I want to experience again.

I know I’ll suffer from Second Sock Syndrome, so if I’m already aware of that, the thought of doing a grand total of 3 socks of exactly the same thing is so beyond unappealing it’s not even funny.

Not even Strawberry Ice cream can save this disaster.

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4 responses

  1. spud's bud

    Ren,my wife,is wanting me to make her a pair of big warm fluffy socks.After reading your post I think I love her enough to make her a hew hat and scarf.I’ll try the socks later in the year when I will have an afternoon to spend inside,besides who wants fluffy socks in Indiana in the summer………right?

    April 26, 2009 at 9:15 pm

  2. Leslie

    Really Big Sigh… Been there done that, have the balls of yarn to prove it.Sorry that this lovely sock did you in for the day.

    April 27, 2009 at 12:16 am

  3. Alyson

    If I lived nearby, I would come replace your stitches on the needles and help you finish. I’ve gotten pretty good at replacing stitches on needles……..(ask me how!)

    April 28, 2009 at 4:16 pm

  4. Wicked

    @ AlysonThank you, I appreciate that, but the sock has already been frogged. It was a quick knee jerk frogging.@Spud, don’t let my first go determine if you give it a try. I recommend trying it for yourself. I just had no fun due to it being something that was dead simple that I couldn’t fix.

    April 28, 2009 at 4:39 pm

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