Apr 28, 2008

death of a sock

Well, it was inevitable...I ripped out the Thunderstorm sock and started over. I didn't like the looks of it in the first place...but I never should have let it grow to the proportion that it did before I decided to rip.

Oh, the pain...

And then I started over. So far, I have only a dozen rows of blue ribbing done, this time in 1 X 1 rib. I plan on a plain garter stitch leg this time, to better see the colorway and not confuse myself. I have seen many handknit socks in gorgeous multi-colored yarn with lacy patterns, and they look great - but they're made by someone else - but I think I'll wait for a solid colored yarn to do a pattern stitch.

And the next time I don't like the way a sock is going, I'll lower the hatchet MUCH sooner. No point in getting halfway through turning the heel before I kill a project I just can't stand the looks of.

4 comments:

Milla said...

this seems to be the story of my knitting - true I only do squares (a la Debbie Abrahams) but there's always some horrid little dropped stitch several tricky rows down spoiling everything!) - love that purple on your header.

Rani said...

Oh, but it's just so painful to frog a sock. Gah! I have a couple that probably should have been frogged but now they're languishing as ugly socks.

wildtomato said...

RIP, sock. I know then pain oh so well.

Wooly Works said...

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