You know the project:
They are a lot of fun and just the right amount of a challenge at first. Then it takes a little step out of line, but you laugh and refer to the result as an unexpected design element. Soon it leads you completely in the wrong direction but you persevere, remembering the good old early days of your relationship and change course to get back on track.
And then...and then, after you have nurtured and nourished this little idea into an actual item you realize that you have created a MONSTER!!!! A soul-sucking demon of a thing.
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And one of these days, I'll tell you how I really feel about this sock.
Having finished the Swiss Cheese Scarf, I dove into the bottomless bowl of UFOs and pulled out this little gem that was started almost exactly 2 years ago. I call them my Dippy Hippy socks.
With one eye on Chicago Fire and the other on the sock, I picked up the stitches for the gusset and happily knit away. Then I looked. And I looked again. I was knitting backwards (the wrong way round).
Now the only visible issue with knitting backwards is that in this case, I ended up with purl stitches on the front of my sock where there should be knits. Ok. No sweat. Design element.
I reversed the direction in which I was knitting and all was once again well with the world. Chicago Fire ended. There was an episode of Chicago PD to watch. Knit knit knit knit. Chicago PD ended. Time for bed.
That's when in it happened. I looked at my darling little sock and I realized that it was a mutant. A sock which, without major surgery, would never see the inside of a shoe or the outside of a foot.
A sock for which I had never turned the heel.