I promise a write up on classes at Squam, but for the moment I need to vent about my socks or I'll explode.
I swear my Vintage socks are trying to drive me nuts, and do me in. Everytime I think everything is looking good, and that I'm doing well something happens I end up ripping half of it out. I don't even have an excuse at the moment. The leaves and the toe inlay are done. I should be cruising now, but for some reason these socks are fighting being knit with every little fiber in them.
This weekend I knit and ripped out the heel three times. Once I had nearly finished the entire heel before I realized that I had dropped a stitch back before one the first heel wraps. I ripped the heel out and started again. I don't know what I did the second time but I was just about to start picking up the wrapped stitches and realized that the entire heel was off-kimbo. Ripped again. Dug in yet again and knit the entire heel and had was about to start working in the round again when I realized that I had been following the wrong directions for the grape panel for a few rounds before I had worked the heel. I was getting close to my breaking point right about then, but I put my big girl panties on and ripped yet again. Knit the heel one more time. I was just about ready to throw myself a little party. The sock was looking awfully pretty.
Then I started thinking that maybe I should try the sock on. I loved it, but the foot length was looking a bit small
Alas, the sock was too short. I wanted to start crying. I had followed the directions, but obviously for my high insteps I needed to start the grape pattern further up the foot than called for. I had no choice but to rip out yet again. This time as the worst. I had to rip out all the way to before the grape pattern started.
That's were my sock is sitting right now. I need to gather up some strength before dealing with it again. At the moment I'm sick of looking at it.