When I cast on for the second Zephirine sock, I was spending a girls’ weekend discussing life and boys and the works, and I guess I was pretty distracted, because I had to restart it three times (I kept increasing wrong). Well, I got on the bus to Maryland for Thanksgiving and was merrily knitting along, and then I realized that I’d ultimately cast on more stitches than I had for the first sock!
So much for taking “better notes.” Maybe I should start taking “any notes.”
Anyway, I’m not quite sure what to do now. These socks will be for me, rather than for my now-ex-boyfriend’s sister, and in truth, my right foot is larger than my left, so perhaps I should just continue on and make two different-sized socks. Or I can knit it at the larger stitch count and see if it’s just a better sock, and then redo the first? Decisions, decisions.
I still love these socks, but please excuse me for not wanting to look at them right now, knowing their original recipient is no longer my family. You’ll have to wait for the pattern. I need some good, simple, therapy knitting, but I’m not sure what to make. Thoughts?
I’ll leave you with a pretty picture from my walk home. I think I really love New York.