It started when I sat down to write a blog post. I had edited and loaded my pictures, but the, you know... writing part of writing the post just wasn't happening. I would write something, decide it was stupid/boring/irrelevant and delete it, only to re-write the exact same thing 5 minutes later. What made it all the more frustrating was that I felt that I was "wasting valuable knitting time!!!" (pretty sure that didn't help get the creative juices flowing...).
After being, shall we say, less than amiable (hah!) on the phone with my father, I decided the sensible, grownup thing would be to retire, regroup, and take a whack at the post tomorrow. I made a cup of tea, put on a Buffy episode (Season 6, Seeing Red, in case anyone cares), and sat down with my current WIP, Galileo , the Solid Socks Mystery KAL for February/March. I'm knitting both socks concurrently, one clue at a time, and I was pretty sure I could wrap up the first sock before going to bed.
So there I sat, with my tea and my Buffy, knitting away contentedly. I noticed that there seemed to be more yarn in the cake than I remembered, but didn't pay it much mind. After a few rows, I also noticed that I seemed to be consistently off in my stitch count for the sole. For some reason, I couldn't seem to count properly, because I knew for a fact there were only 35 stitches on the sole, and yet I was always getting more than that. Like... way more.
Did I stop knitting and just count the f*$*ing sole stitches??? Of course not! I kept soldiering on, thinking I must "just not be counting right", because how else could I consistently be arriving at a stitch count of 49 stitches when THERE WERE ONLY 35 STITCHES ON THE SOLE???
By knitting on the second "standby" sock, the one that hadn't completed it's gusset decreases, that's how.
My frustration level, which apparently had just been lying in wait, shot WAY up at that point, because that was even MORE valuable knitting time WASTED!!!
I grabbed the correct sock and yanked yarn out of the flaccid, almost empty cake. This seems to have offended the cake considerably, because it responded by barfing up a tangled mess of yarn vomit that it took me the better part of an hour to sort through.
Those Knitting Fates, man. Sometimes they just like to pull the wool out from under you and kick you in the crotch for good measure, am I right?
All's well that ends well, though.
No word on whether it fits, however. I didn't want to risk it.
Happy Knitting, Everyone!