This morning my sock went from this:
I just couldn’t stand the ugly (in my head, at least) purl ladders that had formed in the process of knitting them. After doing a quick Twitter last night to check in with knitting friends, I opted to frog the sock rather than endure my unhappiness with it. I would have never knit the second one, I think. I now have plans to knit up the yarn in a different pattern from my queue, and learn some new sock knitting techniques along the way. Then, once they are mastered (either magic loop or knitting with two circs) I will come back to this pattern and will do it justice. Maybe in a nice bold color like red, very unlike what I usually knit for myself. I’m not quitting, then, but putting myself in a time out away from the pattern until I’m ready to try it again.
Meanwhile, as a way to find some solace in the ripping that I knew was going to ensue, I finished the first of a pair of legwarmers for myself last night, for traipsing to and from yoga.
This knit is bringing me joy and satisfaction: the legwarmer is nice and long and I am using yarn leftover from socks I made for L1 several years ago. While I am a bit sad to have ripped out a year’s worth of work this morning, in the end, I’m looking forward to a new learning adventure and a rockin’ pair of socks, someday.