Friday, April 13, 2012
The Tale of Twin Sockies!
After a long, long time (maybe a month), I picked it up and examined it. I was still mad, but I wasn't as angry as before. I would lay in bed at night and think about this sock. I finally got the brilliant idea to soak this sock for a very long time, and stretch it as much as I could. I got up at midnight and started doing just that. I finally was able to get it over the sock blocker. When it was dried, I could get it on my foot. It was very snug.
In the meantime, I took the yarn that I used for the background and warped my loom for a scarf. I had dyed this yarn, so there is no match for it in the universe.
Then some time later, I picked up the nasty little sock and stared at it and thought about it. I hate to admit failure in any knitting project. If I don't like something, I will frog it all the way or at least until I like the way it looks. This was a completed sock, and I hated it. Then I started thinking again about how to make this right.
I thought-Maybe I could make a puppet. Maybe I could make a coin purse. Everyone called it a giraffe sock. Maybe I could make a giraffe toy.
So last night I finished the other sock. I soaked them both again and put them on the sock blockers. The second one did fit over the blocker much easier than the first sock.
So now I have finished the awful pair of fraternal twins. Right now I am just happy I finished this pair of awful socks. I know there is a lesson here, but right now I just want to enjoy the view of finished socks. And I have not tried them on. No, I am not going to spoil my mood right now.