Maybe I misjudged the sock. Maybe it’s really not the sock who is the culprit but instead it’s the needles. I mean, I did accidentally lose one of my double points. Perhaps the other needles have noticed its absence and are angered by this, but they can’t go looking for their missing brethren because I am keeping them enslaved and tied to the sock, so to speak. So in passive-aggressive anger and retribution, they continually fuck up the heel when I’m not looking. But I’m on to them now and have properly plied them with rum both to help ease the pain and also to keep them from causing any more havoc on the poor heel of the sock. Bastards. Everyone’s a pirate these days.
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Ahhhh….I shall try plying mine with Margarita’s next time they get an attitude with me!!! Frequent bout of screaming and cursing haven’t done anything….maybe the Margarita’s will work….I’ll keep you posted! LOL!!
Hey, where were you last night? *pout*
Hey, that’s a thought. The first of the pair of socks I just made was no problem. I was drinking Manhattans at the time. The mate, however, was knitted sober and turned out wretchedly. GO FIGURE.