So the sock is back on track. The frogging and reknitting were completely painless; it was only a heel, after all. So much better than just finishing a sock that I knew would only lead to disappointment every time I put it on. And this yarn is way too pretty for such an unsatisfactory sock.
I also changed strategies and went with the after-thought heel. I’ve mentioned how much I dislike working it, but really: it’s the only way to go for my neurotic desire not — for the love of God, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph — to mess with the stripes.
As I remember, I liked working the dutch heel. Maybe I’ll have to find some non-striping yarn and give it a try again?
The sock kind of brought out my reforming zeal. For instance:
I have a number of shawls that for one reason or another do not pass muster. It’s not that there is something inherently wrong with them, it’s just that having made a number of shawls I’ve discovered what I do and don’t like.
And I don’t like small: I want to be able to snuggle with my shawls, wrap them around and get cozy. They don’t all need to be as big as the Ishbel, but they do need a bit of heft to them.
So I decided to get busy with the expansion project. And started with some therapeutic garter stitch.
So far, so good. But how could it go wrong if Alice is on duty?