Not just for boyfriend's anymore!
So I knit a pair of socks for TB. I carefully measured his ankle and instep and foot. I knew he preferred that the stripes match up fairly well, so I went to extraordinary lengths to ensure the randomly self-striping yarn striped similarly on both socks. My loathing of weaving in ends ensured that, while the sock knitting was officially completed on June 3, the ends were not woven in until last weekend.
If you look at the finished socks, you'll notice something funny. Despite my best efforts, the damn things still don't match! When I pointed this out to TB, he assured me that he liked them just fine. Whew!
What the pictures don't show is that the stupid socks in no way fit on his man-size feet, despite my measuring and pattern adjusting and added width and length. I had him try on the first sock, which he said fit nicely. However, upon trying on both finished socks (thousands and thousands of stitches after he had the opportunity to mention that the first one DID NOT FIT), they are clearly way too small.
I spent several hours pissily blaming him for this. I realize this is both illogical and unfair.
Then I thought a little more about the not-insignificant upside to the situation.
They fit me perfectly.