It's beautiful yarn -- when the sun strikes it just right, my brain immediately leaps to "O beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain. . ." It's a lace pattern I really enjoy, and will use again. But -- the yarn and the pattern are not a good match. I will continue, because I think they'll look good when done (predicting a finish after, not by, September 30), but in future will remember that Socks That Rock medium weight is much happier with a simple rib.
There's a chance, as well, that I may be suffering from sock fatigue. In the last two weeks alone, I've finished one hat (colors are deeper and richer in person; will try another photo later when it's cloudy):
cast on another (no picture yet), started a feather-and-fan scarf in sock yarn:
designed and test knit the next 10-inch block for a monthly series I'm publishing on the Stash Knitdown group on Ravelry (secret until October 1), made a pair of mittens, started another, and almost finished my hat for Knitters' Day Out (a good thing, since KDO is imminent).
Oh, and prepared a class on 3 styles of garter stitch afghan blocks for Knitter's Day Out.
So, yes, I've been knitting, but the socks are not speaking to me. . . I feel so guilty all of a sudden that I think I'll run downstairs and give them some attention.
* I added my name, because if you're reading in a blog reader, the author name shows; if you're not, there's no way to tell whether Pat or I is the one who's speaking. So, blogreader people, you will now know twice! But at least other readers won't have to guess. (I wouldn't want anyone to think Pat was quite so unfocused as the writer in this post!)