And There Were Tears

Sock making is serious business.
The first time I cast on a pair of socks, I cried. Big tears. I shouted at people and I blamed the world for the demented technique of sock making.

I documented it here
I tried again.
I completed 7 inches of the sock and began heel.

An inch and a half later, I felt great about my skills. I was getting the feel for sl one,knit one I can purl continental style with enthusiasm. I am so confident that I begin knitting while reading a book on my laptop.

The next day, I join the knitting group at the locally owned coffee shop near my house on New Years Day for some relaxation and tea.

I receive many complements on the design, the ribbing pattern and the color choice. My first pair of socks that made it to this point. I am pleased. Until I hear someone say, "is your heel inside out?" I feel my eyes fill with water

  My new approach to sock making.

I just want to mention that I had tears when Steve Jinks died, too. SyFy, I hate you for giving me a new character to love then killing him off.

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