Well my wonderful almost done and looking good sock had a problem. But didn't it look good?!
Do you see the problem? (note the lack of remaining yarn....)
I know, I know, most of you reading this have already heard or even observed my resigned expressions of discomfort, bummedness and sighs of acceptance. But can I tell you again how bummed I was?
This was my first sock!
I had tried it on!
It fit!
Beautifully!
Alas, no more yarn in that particular hand-dyed lot could be found. I probably should have just used a different color when I ran out of that, but, oh well. It is too late. It has been frogged.
I don't want to talk about it anymore. It is a grey day and I am feeling like Eeyore.
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