I guess certain aspects of my personality are no mystery at all to readers of this blog. What surprised me more than that though, the number of you that, when it came right down to it, would have DONE THE SAME THING! I expected ridicule and taunting to come my way, but most of you need the symmetry as much as I do. And truth be told, I was going to leave it. I was talking myself into it thinking that it would be cool to always be able to tell the right from the left. That would be cool, right? It was my daughter Gillian that set me straight. The socks would bug her if they were different and she wouldn't wear them. She thought that my sister would be the same way. I don't know for sure if that would be true, but I estimated between an hour and a half and two hours for the fix and it took about one hour, forty-five minutes. Then they were finally finished. And they are lovely, no? You might not know what a shift it is for me to knit these without matching up the stripes. It has been a growth experience, and I am thrilled with these socks, but you have to know how tickled I am to see that when worn correctly this happens. Puts a shit eatin' grin on my face it does!
Of course I did make some changes. I used my favorite short row heel and toe, and to prevent the awful pooling that originally occurred on the foot I changed the needle size. This helped another problem with the sizing (by the way-the socks do not fit the model-me-but they aren't supposed to so don't get your knickers in a knot thinking that I didn't fit the socks well. I wouldn't have shown them to you if they weren't right.) All in all, a successful project! I'd like to say the blue knitting will be back soon, but I decided this weekend to knit Christmas gifts. Come on. There's pleeeeennnnnty of time.
Two more things. First, go check out this virtual Advent Calendar. It's fun. Second, I am among a blogger or two that is having a birthday soon. Like, Thursday. And I wanna give away some presents too! So check in on Wednesday to see what hoop I will make you jump through to get a present of knitterly fun from me. Yes, shameless copy-cat, that is me. What of it? You know you want a present. You know you do.