I only have one child. I knew that if I ever had a second one, it would be a demon child who made me second guess my sanity every single day. This would be my price for having done such a darn fine job on the first one.
I think my tiger socks are the knitting equivalent of that demon child. I made two pair of socks which went so well that I knew that I was going to pay for it somewhere. Sure enough, these tiger socks were payback at an accelerated rate. I set them aside and knitted Baudelaire, and again, it went so well that I knew that I was going to pay dearly. And again, I worked on the tigers and suffered through.
I am happy to say that the tiger socks are officially done!
If you don’t look too closely, the socks look OK. They’re not fancy, but they’re functional. They’re the right length, they don’t bag, and the color is beautiful.
Don’t be fooled!
These socks are not an example of great knitting. Not by a long shot! The heels are the absolute worst I’ve done since my first pair. I must have become really confused on the short row heel because there are tiny holes and twisted stitches all over the place. One sock is harder to get on than the other because the heel was done over fewer stitches.
I’ve tucked these socks in the back of my sock drawer. I’m sure that I’ll wear them, but likely not often. I’m so embarrassed by them that I don’t even think I’m going to let my Sisters of the Wool see them up close. (They’ll laugh me out of the group!) It’s a shame, because the yarn from Spunky Eclectic is absolutely gorgeous.
I’m going to look at this project as a humbling experience, a reminder that, no matter how much I know, I’ve got so much more to learn. It’s also a reminder to always, always, always write things down, even if I think I’m going to be able to remember. I can now move on to other socks without feeling guilty about the project that I abandoned.Â One more pair of socks to finish, and I can start working on the Summer of Socks entries!