I’ve been arguing with Third Socks. They are being difficult. I tried the Sam pattern, and very promptly remembered that I really disliked cabling and so what on earth was I thinking. I ripped, and tried the Monkeys pattern. That was better, but at some point something went wrong with my stitch count, so I had to tink back, then had to tink back some more, then decided to rip a few rounds, then couldn’t find my place, then ripped everything. Which amounted to the third time I ripped this yarn. Leading me to the conclusion that it’s all the yarn’s fault. It’s going in the doghouse for now. I need a break from it.
In the meantime, I’m knitting Second Socks, again. The thing is, one of my friends saw the ones I made (and promptly gave away – after taking these few poor photos), fell in love, and demanded an exact same pair. Insisted that they wanted this pattern and nothing else. Insisted that this was the perfect colour. They are even the same shoe size as the last pair. So I’m knitting the exact same thing again. Can’t say I’m thrilled about it, but sometimes I just give in. It’s ok, they were fun anyway.
And it’s comforting at least, to be knitting something that I know I enjoy, and I know (exactly) how it will turn out. Actually, might be just the thing to cure my frustration from attempts at Third Socks.
And they’re not going in the official count. They’re more of a re-play. Once I’m done with them, I’ll get around to proper Third Socks. Hopefully to finish this time…