I was working on sock 2 for my dad and there was suddenly a big blue BLOB on top of the sock. ew! The first sock did not have this issue! So, I took 9 minutes (yes, I timed it) and ripped out at least three days worth of knitting. Yes, a more observant knitter might have realized the blob was appearing at the end of day one. Nevertheless, I broke the yarn and then knitted a bit…the blob was starting to reappear, so I broke the yarn again and went back to knitting. The color cooperated after that.



Things were moving along swimmingly until I started to graft the heel while sitting at my hairdressers. She’s a lovely lady and did not seem to mind that I was chanting knit-purl-purl-knit under my breath as we discussed me teaching her to knit at some point. I got to the last what should have been four stitches. There were five. RATS! So, she and I then discussed the pitfalls of overconfidence while I ripped out half my grafting job. Sometimes I wonder if I only knit to keep myself humble.

Happy May Day!