Or does it sound more positive to say progressing backwards? Either way, the small task I did this morning didn't make me feel especially good, but it was one that had to be done.
I started this sock a while back. Used a new-to-me yarn and my same old trusty sock pattern and my usual Size 1 needles. Initially, I loved the way the yarn knit up and the even stitches coming off my needles.
Then I began noticing, as I progressed, that the sock looked smaller than usual. I tried extreme denial for a while, but finally stopped knitting on it and tucked it away in a knitting bag. Maybe a good rest period would enable the stitches to relax. And the sock would, oh I don't know, somehow get bigger.
I came across the partial sock the other day and (difficult although it was) came to the conclusion that the only sensible thing to do was to rip the sock out and start over using #2 needles which I do believe will give me the right size gauge with this particular yarn.
Oh, it was so hard to do this. All those stitches, all that time. (All that stupidity in knitting the sock as far as I had knowing full well, deep down that it was too small.)
So. This is progress. Of a sort. Even though it was definitely backwards progress. I don't suppose any of you have ever done anything similar to this, huh?
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