It started out so well. I was so proud. I was giddy. But, no, it had to be done. They simply had to go. Between the too-narrow toes, the sloppy short row wraps, the hideous ladders, the botched two-socks-on-two-circulars and, finally, the too-short foot that made my son shout, "Get it off! Get it off!" those little green socks had to go.
I frogged them and rewond the yarn this time into two balls. Hopefully this will make the yarn less inclined to wrap and twist into an impenetrable web. I have restarted and am cautiously optimistic.
This is very amusing that it would happy today. The same day that Amy wrote a post about how some comments I made about perfectionism are helping her relax a little more with her knitting. I have never been in danger of being a perfectionist. The socks didn't get frogged because I wanted them to be perfect. I just don't want them to be horrid.
