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Adventures in Sock Knitting

Day 1:

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Went to my local craft store and bought some sock yarn and double pointed needles. Already had a pattern to try. Already read and reread pattern and watched youtube videos for a month about socks.

Later that night. Casted on my 64 stitches over and over again. Divided them on 3 needles over and over again. Why over and over again? Because I'm and idiot and kept making mistakes. Never used such small needles and such thin yarn. Finally, got past row 2 of stitches. Put it up for the night as my eyes were crossed.

Day 2:

Friday, February 17, 2012

Grandkids came over. Later that night discovered granddaughter messed me up and lost some stitches. Ripped out and started over a couple of times. Finished row 2 and put it up.

Day 3:

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Continued working on cuff at work.

Day 4:

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Continued working on the cuff. Took picture of my proud work. Posted it all over the internet. Started the stockinette stitch for a couple of rows. Put it up for the night.
Day 5:

Monday, February 20, 2012

Working the stockinette stitch right along and was so proud. Then lost some stitches. Tried to put them back on needle. Then discovered 2 stitches at end came completely undone. Tried to fix. Made it worse. Tried to rip it out till the mistake. Fail. Ripped out till the cuff and tried to put stitches back on. Fail. Fail. Fail.

Had to rip the whole darn thing out. Now I'm depressed and I have to learn how to fix mistakes that I don't even understand.

Decided to try this other pattern but don't want to spend $8 just yet. Am going to try another pattern but this time on a circular needle and then switch back to the DPNs. But, I have to wait until the darn store opens up tomorrow and hopefully they have size 2 circular needles. If not, hopefully, they have size 5 DPN and I will reluctantly spend $8. If not, then I will be forced to try and try and try again.

FML!!!!!
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