I messed up big time.  Talk about a knitter’s nightmare?  I made one of those mistakes that you don’t see until the project is done, at which point, of course, it’s too late to fix it!

I’m talking about Evie’s socks – the pair I was knitting to and from Houston when I ran out of yarn at the very, very end.  Remember the Houston blog?  The good news was that the dye lot of the new yarn I ordered was close enough so that you couldn’t see any difference.  I was so pleased about that, that I didn’t mind weaving in the ends and sewing the picot edge under, all afterwork that I usually hate.  I mean, we’re talking itty bitty socks without a whole lot of give, so it was a little dicey repeatedly turning the socks in and out to make sure none of my stitching showed.  But I did it.  Success!  Then came blocking.

Dentist appointment today.  Though I don’t loathe them like some people do, there’s still enough annoying … digging … that I need my pacifier – i.e., my knitting.  I was working on socks once while waiting for the novacaine to take effect, and my dentist said, “You’re going at that pretty hard.  Nervous, are you?”

Today, the assistants in the office asked right off where my knitting was.  And oh yeah, I did bring it along – this time the old no-brainer scrap sock yarn blanket.