These socks were cursed.
I started them as my European vacation project. Whenever I go on a trip I start a small project, one that isn’t bulky and is easy to cart around AND something that I’m not yet invested in should I lose it. Socks are perfect. Queue Widdershins. Except, as I mentioned, these were cursed.
I started knitting them only to have to rip out the heel because I mismeasured my foot. THEN my needles were confiscated by Hungarian airport security. Fortunately they didn’t see the packet of double points below the project. If they did, I would have totally pouted at the security guard. Note to self, never bring needles on a plane again. Just in case. Then I finished the first sock and put it on.
It. Didn’t. Fit.
I couldn’t pull it over my heel! Stupid stupid sock. You did that to spite me! I met gauge and everything! But alas, my heels are mutant heels or my measurements were off. Rather than cut off part of my heel (you laugh but I did consider it), I started a new sock on larger needles. This one fit and so I knit a third. Darn cursed socks.
But they fit and I like them. They fall down my leg like all my socks do (made and store-bought), but they are warm and comfy. Plus, they jump-started my knitting malaise and I’ve been knitting much more ever since. Not that you can tell from my lack of knitting posts here.
I do have to say, I love the yarn at Ellen’s Half Pint Farm. The colors are bold, it knits well, and isn’t scratchy in the slightest. If you ever see them at a yarn show, I highly recommend picking up a skein to try. Bonus: I have a little bit more yarn left. Possibly enough to knit a baby hat.