Last week I was just about ready to turn the heel on purple sock #1 when I spotted a cable that had been crossed 1 row too soon. It bothered me too much to leave it there, so I had to rip out 3 inches of otherwise perfectly good knitting. So now we're almost two thirds of the way through the month, and sock #1 is still in progress. It may be done tonight, most definitely by tomorrow. That means sock #2 will be a desperation knit. . . could I be rebelling against the self-inflicted pressure of staying on schedule?
The yarn is wonderful. The pattern is wonderful. Why, oh why, do I think I want to be knitting a red sweater instead?