I hate these socks and it’s all sue’s fault.
This summer, sue began knitting her very first pair of socks. To encourage her, I lent her the Yarlot’s Knitting Rules. At each phase, sue would describe what she learned. She even told me that after reading that the Harlot prefers a long-tail cast-on because it gives more stretch at the top of the socks, she noticed many of her hand knit socks were not very stretchy at the top and thus she suspects were not made with a long-tail cast on. At the time, I was knitting the vesper socks. I had not used a long-tail cast-on and was suddenly self-conscious. In fact, I was sure that because of this knowledge, I would always feel the tightness of the improper cast-on around my calf like a vice. Why had she told me that? She must have known it would drive me bonkers and was trying to sabotage me. SUE, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME??? Of course, there is the possibility that sue is innocent. There was no way for her to know that I hadn’t done a long-tail cast-on and I’ve never known sue to be mean to anyone. Why am I such a neurotic freak? Why can’t I just tell myself:
“Dude, so you didn’t do a long-tailed cast-on. Get over it, it’s just socks. Don’t you have anything better to worry or fret about, like…uh…planning your wedding or something? Besides, you’ve coveted this yarn for months. Enjoy it a little.”
Even though one sock is complete and I have just turned the heel on the other, I have had to fight every urge to rip them out and start again. Maybe I should just keep repeating that little pep talk to myself and … be placated by the thought that I may unravel the cast-on edge to make the socks longer.