Every so often life throws you a little test to see how close you will come to a mental breakdown. Lets just say the Mirror socks are truly testing my patience and ability to not murder someone. (Ryan you may want to keep an eye open at night until these socks are finished.)
Well if you remember from the last post, I had to tink back and fix a mistake in the cable. Well in the process of
drinking my troubles away fixing the mistake I was so focused on knitting the cable section correctly that I made a mistake in the garter stitch portion. I didn’t realize this until I was already past the heel turn.
The white lifeline is where the mistake is. If you can’t tell, that is well over forty rows back. Ryan tried to convince me to just ignore it… Well, I tried. I put them away and just ignored them completely for a few days. I even talked to my mother about how I wanted to just leave the mistake and not re-knit basically over half of my work I had completed.
Then came Thursday night, I had a beer and stared at them. After I finished the beer, I made two decisions. The first was to get another beer, the second was this.
I stuck a needle into the row below the offending section and dropped all eight stitches.
Lets just say it was only slightly satisfying to see the thing that is stressing me out so much to look like such a mess and absolutely need my help. (I may have been laughing evilly at the sock at this point.)
With a lot of cussing and grunting a little patience I finally got it knit back up. There are a few tension issues but I’m putting my faith in blocking them out.
Total time spent fixing mistakes on this sock: 5 hours
Total cuss words said at the sock: I’ve lost count
Total alcoholic drinks needed to deal with sock: 6
Hearing people tell me how complicated they look and me replying that it was nothing: priceless
Even though these socks might be making me an alcoholic they are totally going to be worth it because they are gorgeous.
Just because I can: here are some pictures of Meila and Tobey wearing bow ties.
P.S. If you do not see these socks again, I promise I will have an airtight alibi.