You know how it feels to be in love and what it feels like to see the one you love?
Your heart beats faster, the hormones or phrmones or something kick in and all reason goes right out the window.
Yeah...
And we all make some kind of dumbass mistake because that's part of it, too, I think.
Meet my dumbass mistake.
Colors are off, of course. /sigh
This is the Life Style wool sock yarn from the other week.
It's a short row toe. I started with that tiny bit of white and just started knitting. My plan was to find that same spot in the second ball of yarn and start sock #2 there.
As I was doing the short row heel, I began to wonder about how much yarn I had left because it really doesn't look like much. It could just be a trick of the eye and/or how the ball is shaped, but I don't like surprises when I'm in love.
I was trying to ignore the fact that I had not seen another white patch of wool while knitting this sock. At least, not in that spot. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, people.
I looked at the second ball and didn't see anything helpful. I ran it thru the ball winder because I refuse to believe that the sock gods would be so cruel. I am hopeful and made stupid by love.
There is a patch of white yarn in a spot that might work. However, it's at the end of the ball and facing the wrong direction.
Love is about compromise and working together to make other happy. I am wondering if I can love a pair of socks that will not match. Not even close.
Still...
It could be worse. I could love a hockey fan or something...
uhhm....
I'm a hockey fan.
*runs*
Posted by: Panda | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 01:17 PM
Love is all about two retards that are the exact opposite that will never have a thing in common and after awhile can't stand to be in the same room with each other nor a marriage!!!!!! Love is deaf dumb and blind.
so I've heard......
Posted by: Olga | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 01:32 PM
Love is deaf,dumb and blind. Love is all about two retards that have no business even speaking to each other, have nothing in common and after awhile can't even co-exsist in the same house much less same planet. or so I've heard......Yeah, those socks are made for each other.
Posted by: Olga | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 01:35 PM
yeah, i've written the same thing twice.so?
Posted by: Olga | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 01:37 PM
Love is accepting someone whether they are perfect or not...letting the small differences slide off your back and enjoying their unique qualities.
Posted by: margene | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 02:10 PM
Or a Raiders fan! What if you fell in love with a Raiders fan, that would be AWFUL.
But it is very pretty yarn.
Posted by: April | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 02:19 PM
Or you could fall in love with a Raiders fan! That would be seriously awful. Ick, Raiders.
But the yarn is very pretty.
Posted by: April | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 02:20 PM
I think any kind of sports fan would be pushing a limit. *L*
I'm sure you will love them no matter what. I've heard the condom yarn is really soft when worn. :D
How much cuff will you have?
*HUGS*
Posted by: KnittyOtter | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 02:39 PM
Hockey? Never heard of it. Isn't that an artist?
Sorry about the socks not being microscopically identical...just go with it. It'll be fine. Or you can just make them willy nilly and Koolaid overdye them if they bug you too much.
Posted by: Silvia | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 02:56 PM
Or just declare that that was how you meant them to be, as, after all, if you're knitting them now knowing all this, it .is. how you're meaning them to be...
Personally, though, I love mismatched socks (think I inherited that from my daughter...)
Posted by: Christene | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 03:07 PM
Is this your way of trying to break it off with me? That's cold. I guess a hockey fan and a super anal, I put my socks on with a RULER in hand type were never meant to be. /singing two different worlds...we come from two different worlds...
I've never had the burden of perfectionism. I think the socks are gonna be awesome.
Posted by: jenifleur | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 03:39 PM
Go for it! Mismatched socks are fun!
Posted by: Devorah | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 03:57 PM
All the cool kids wear mismatched socks; now you'll be cool :)
Posted by: Julie | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 06:01 PM
Well, there's nothing wrong with fraternal twins in socks....
Posted by: --Deb | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 06:51 PM
The sock looks great! I am definitely coveting the colors. Nobody is symmetrical, why should socks be?
Does bleach make sock yarn white?
Posted by: Angie | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 07:38 PM
HEY!!! I'ma hockey fan and you told me only yesterday or the day before that you love me! Wahhh!
What's wrong with mismatched socks in the same colorway?
Do your ears match? Are your boobs the same? How about your feet? I'm just wondering because everything on the left side of my body is a bit larger than it's matching part on the right. Just sayin'...
Posted by: Suz | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 09:35 PM
Love is knowing that the damn socks are going to be covered up by shoes *anyways*, so what's wrong with 'em being mostly mismatched?
Worst that could happen is that you're mistaken for an engineer. Or a physicist.
Posted by: Kit | Wednesday, June 27, 2007 at 10:44 PM
I think the sock is wonderful too ... no wonder you love it!
Don't worry about the not matching thing ... when you are in love, it is the quirky little things that you find endearing, right? and besides ... when the one you love is gorgeous, you can overlook some small imperfections ... for a while! Bythe time the imperfections start to get to you, you will have sucked all the beauty from the love affair, and will be able to walk away from it, leaving it a torn and tattered shell of its former self, and you will still have the fond memory of a Summer (or Winter) of pure love!
Posted by: Heddy | Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 07:24 AM
Very pretty sock. But will it ever find true happiness? The perfect match? Its sole mate? Stay tuned for -- As the Sock Turns!
Posted by: AuntieAnn | Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 07:24 AM
oooh, I am a hockey fan....please love me :)...I luv you back. There is no other show like hockey to watch, fast, people get beat up, and the rush on those last microseconds of the game are almost orgasmic :).
As for the socks....remember they spend most of their time in a pair of shoes, so you won't see them really.
Posted by: Isela | Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 09:04 AM
Geez Olga, now tell us how you really feel! Yikes! :)
Cookie hunny, it's *only* a sock not the cure for cancer...and life isn't perfect. The socks are really pretty as is!
Besides, isn't one of the coolest things about hand knit socks their uniqueness?
Posted by: Debi | Friday, June 29, 2007 at 02:59 AM