I'm dead. Here are my Socks of Death, knitted by the fabulous Frostie. (I love them! Big & slouchy and comfy!)
So here I am, knocked out in the first round by a new sock knitter. Sad really, to have aimed so high and to have fallen so far.
It's not like I haven't knit socks before....I just didn't do much knitting the last 2 weeks. I carried the bag around with me lots of times, but that doesn't a sock make. So sad.
Truth be told, I made an error in the cuff of the pattern and I tried to let it go and just keep knitting, but I couldn't see the pattern with the ragg pattern of the yarn and so once I got far enough into the sock, I was able to block it a bit with my hands and I realised that there was a horrible mistake (in my eyes anyway) and no self-respecting knitter would pass on such schlopp to anyone, not even her sister, let alone another competitive knitter. Many say I hold my knitting aims too high. Bah! I just like the feel of the yarn frogging.
So I have sent the yarn off to the assassin up the chain, not without a bit of cattiness on both sides I am ashamed to say (well, not really ashamed so much). Anyway, she'll have her new ball of yarn tomorrow and my victim can breathe for a few more days. Pics of my Death Socks will soon arrive here. I didn't capture a pic of the sock I was making, so in the interests of keeping all people aware, it was being knit in Tofutsies, 797 Two Step - a lavender & white ragg. I wouldn't blame the new assassin if she ripped the rest of the stitches out and started over. I couldn't bear to show anyone how horrible I was knitting, so I have lengthened the game a bit (by frogging the part of the one sock I had completed poorly).
I am so done here...I am running on 3 hours of sleep and have been up for too many hours ....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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