Size Matters

After several weeks of trying to learn how to knit socks, turning the heel, knitting the gusset, and getting back to my original number of stitches, I have to scrap the sock and start over. Why, you ask? Because it turns out that the sock that I have been knitting is big enough to fit an NBA center. Or Frankenstein. Or me 9 months pregnant with incredibly swollen feet.

This stinks. I even wasted time doing a gauge swatch. The pattern called for size 3 needles and 7 stitches per inch. Well, I am a tight knitter, so I used size 4s. The result, lilac socks that will fit no one I know.

So I am paying Doof to rewind the yarn and I'll start over. I'll either switch to smaller needles or use the same needles and cast on fewer stitches. I am not pleased. It sucks to have figured this all out when I am about 4 inches away from being done.

I am almost ready to start the sleeves on Bug's sweater, so at least that's going ok. But now I am beginning to doubt that it will be the right size too. The good news is that even if it is too big, she will grow into it.