I may have neglected say what the name of the bloody blue socks I'm working on. They are the ninja socks. The definition of a Ninja is "a member of a feudal Japanese society of mercenary agents, highly trained in martial arts and stealth (ninjutsu), who were hired for covert purposes ranging from espionage to sabotage and assassination." Am I the only one to see the irony here? Sabotage? I finished the heel flap today at lunch, giddly whipped through the picking up the gussets and starting to knit my way around...did a couple rows, lunch was over, and I looked at it. And felt a wave of frustration run through me. In my delight to finish the heel flap, I neglected something...do you see?
It took me a moment and then I realized, in my giddy delight, I missed one step, rather an important step. I did not turn the heel, sigh...it looks silly and gangly. Which means I must....wait for it....rip out two rows. To get back to my heel flap with no gusset stitches picked up, so I can properly turn the heel. Even the eternal optimist in me can not see past it.
Ninja sock 3, me 2.
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