The sock that almost wasn’t . . . September 7, 2009
So, I’m knitting this sock . . .
Yep, that’s right, Pomatomus.
I think the designer hates me.
You see, this pattern, though beautiful and challenging, is one of those that is not for knitters who make errors. If you are a knitter who makes errors, take note: if you mess up in a way that is obvious, then knit eleven or so rows before you realize the mistake, it is virtually impossible to drop a stitch or two down and then pick it back up in pattern and fix the mistake. I tried. Twice.
So, this sock was destined to be ripped completely, and I really wasn’t going to start it over again, as I was already past the heel and halfway down the foot. And yeah, I couldn’t have lived with the mistake(s) or overlooked them somehow. They were that bad.
Anyway, the sock was spared . . . because after ripping out a repeat and a half (but not quite down to the gusset), I realized that the stitches were pretty stable, and that if I wanted to try it, I could probably get the live stitches back on the needles and figure out where in the chart I was and just keep going.
So I did.
Behold the first finished Pomatomus sock.
For about a minute I thought about leaving it an only child and not knitting the second one at all. Then I cast on for sock #2.
And then? I went out and bought the designer’s recent book of sock patterns.
(why, yes, I AM a glutton for punishment!)