Socks Rears Its Ugly Head
Hey! It's me, the sock.
Bet you thought I'd been killed in some sort of horrible but pre-planned felting accident or something. No such luck, kiddies. I'm still here.
I would post a newer photo, but we've had a bit of an incident and I've banned all photod until after the surgery. Yeah, seems that some klutz followed the pattern exactly and believed them when they said that when she turned my heel and decreased down to 20 stitches that the next row should be a knit row, even though that made no sense.
Fortunately someone with more brains had a look at the sock and let a certain ditz know that even though the pattern says one thing, sometimes you should listen to your sock.
Whatzerface will get to spend all of her knitting time tonight un-knitting me back down to the heel, adding a row of purl, and then starting on the knit row that the stupid pattern told her to do.
Feh.
If only they'd listen to the sock now and again ...
posted by Rabbitch at 8:39 PM
4 Comments:
Poor little sock. Good luck with your surgery.
Sock! You are a loser!
That's why there is only one of you!
No other sock will have you!
Do the world a favor and die in a tragic bleach accident.
O sock ...that sucks. But think of it as an adventure...or more time as a yarn.
(tadpole to frog. yarn to sock)
You did it on purpose. You led her to believe the pattern was good. You could have spoken up and told her it wasn't right. But you let her knit past the mistake and kept your mouth shut. Have you no soul?
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