The sock and I broke up last week. I just didn't feel like he was giving as much to the relationship as I was. What with his yarn that tangled horribly when I was winding it, and the DPN I snapped while trying him on, and all the frogging and reknitting, I knew we just weren't meant to be together.
But as so often happens after a breakup, I got a little lonely over the weekend. I thought maybe the sock and I had spent enough time apart that we could just be friends.
So I invited him over, we had a glass or two of wine, and wouldn't you know it...one thing led to another, and soon I had finished his heel flap, picked up his stitches and started in on his gusset decreases.
I even tried a new method for picking up the stitches, courtesy of Grumperina. Much fiddlier than the usual way, but no unsightly holes.
Apparently I enjoyed this new method so much that I picked up 27 stitches on a 21-row heel flap.
I've been in serious denial about the problems this might cause, but I finally have to face reality: it's puckering like a bastard and no amount of blocking will fix it.
I see our night together changed nothing for the sock. I was just a convenient one-knit stand.
I feel so cheap.