Contemplating this post yesterday I figured I would be showing y'all an in progress sock with a little story about how I rarely succumb to second sock syndrome. I was going to write about how I am usually motivated enough to finish both socks in a row, even if they are not the primary project of the moment. Then I was going to show this pair of socks, the first one knitted back in the spring of 2007 (I think), started on my way out the door to a school concert where I needed some plain, able to knit in the dark, stockinette stitch. Then I was going explain that occasionally I can be in the middle of the pair of socks and other things become priorities. New babies, contract knitting, birthdays, sick friends, whatever, all conspire to get in the way and the sock may be forgotten until searching through the stash for something and it pops to the surface as it patiently waits its turn for my attention.
Having taken this sock out last week to demonstrate the short row heel and toe for a student in one of my knitting classes, I had knit the foot and rounded to the cuff and thought it would be the perfect knitting for a day in Boston with my mom. At that time I figured I would be posting a partially finished cuff and proof that I was "finishing" not "frogging" for Finish or Frog It Friday. Things being what they were, and hours longer in the hospital than anticipated, I actually finished the sock! Who knew!?
Aren't the stripes pretty?
Unfortunately, the story does not end there. Once upon a time I posted about my own personal version of Second Sock Syndrome. (That last one has two of my favorite-to-this-day pairs of socks in it.) It has little to do with not finishing a pair of socks and more to do with my inability to knit a second sock at the same gauge as my first sock. Drives.Me.CRAZY!!!!!!
These two sock cuffs are the same number of rows. While I was willing to live with the striping being different on the cuffs (even though I like the second one better-not that it matters, once they are on my legs you can't even see the striping, they aren't that pretty on as they are off), I don't know if I can live with a difference of almost an inch in the length. There is a part of me that wants to work the EZ sewn bind off and call it a day, but this little niggling voice in my head is telling me I might not be able to live with that. UGH. To be me. It isn't always easy. So Finish and Frog It may be the story of this day.
And just because this gave me a little giggle:
Thirty-eight. Sigh. Maybe I'll mark these as finished by next week.