The thing I love about knitting is you can take an otherwise worthless pile of scraps and turn them into something valuable. Like socks.
(I figure if people can make “fade” sweaters, fade socks can be a thing too.)
The other thing I like about knitting is the acceptability of its inherent imperfection. Utterly flawed but still beautiful. You can make mistakes (ahem, character additions) and things still work out.* It wasn’t until I was halfway through the second sock that I even noticed I had entirely forgotten to turn the heel on the first sock. My heart skipped a beat at first, but then I tried on my completed sock (for the first time.)
It was fine.
Awkward teenagers have been wearing tube socks for decades. In fact, I can hardly tell.
My first significant omission didn’t even factor in when I ALSO neglected to turn the heel on the second sock. So now their errors (inadvertently) match.
No one will even notice the toes don’t match either. I think I got a little carried away on sock #2 at the beauty parlor (they provide champagne while you wait…) and neglected to commence the final color transition at the correct point.
Who’s looking in my shoes anyway?
Or the fact that when I first wore these socks to work, I eventually noticed I had an entire loose stitch that I managed to secure with a scrap of string (there’s always something like that in my 50-pound purse/suitcase), using a pen for a needle.
I will fix it later.
Along with that little gap in the gusset (you can actually see it in the photo).
All in good time.
* There are significant exceptions to this rule, but I am just going to go with it here. On principle.
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