I have learned something this weekend. I have learned why an individual should never make something two-at-a-time when said individual doesn’t know what she is doing: making things two-at-a-time means that there is twice as much to rip out.

I measured M’s foot, accurately determined my gauge, calculated how many stitches I needed to increase and dilligently increased until I achieved the prescribed number of stitches. After that, I proceded to knit for three inches, all the while thinking “Hey, these look really big.” I checked my gauge and my math several times, told myself that it was some kind of Optical Illusion and knit for a couple more inches. It wasn’t until we were in Montgomery on the way home that I finally admitted to myself that there was No Way this was right and re-measured his foot. Turns out I can’t work a tape measure. So I yanked both socks off the needles and frogged back to the toe increases. Then I attempted to sort things out. The first sock was fine: I stuffed all the stitches back on, tinked back a round to catch up all the ones that were droopy in the back and then knit an increase round so that I had the appropriate number of stitches. The second sock was a problem. I got all the stitches back on and by slipping the first sock around, managed to get all the droopy second sock stitches corrected. Yes, I know it would have been easier to use dpns to correct each sock individually, but I was in the car and had to make do with Available Resources. As I began to work forward again this happened:

The socks did this on their own. I was paying close attention the entire time.

That, my friends, is three sock pieces on one circular needle and one sock piece on the other circular needle. Now, if you’ve never made socks on two circs, I just want you to know that this is NOT how your socks should be arranged. At this point, I told the socks exactly Where They Could Go and hurled them onto the back seat. I fumed the rest of the way home.