I cleaned my desk off and found them. I was down to the toe decreases and I took them up to my LYS to sit and finish the work on them. Boom - I had a finished sock. Then I forgot them again. I don't know when I rediscovered them. I needed a simple mindless project to take with me to knit night and various other places. I cast on and began the plunge to the heel. I was knitting away through many knit nights. I turned the heel (my favorite part of socks) and felt happy. Soon these poor socks would be finished. On our trip to Seattle these were my plane knitting flying out. I decreased the gusset and things were magical - until....
One afternoon in Seattle, I had a length of time to wait for Mister while he had a meeting. I sat outside in the glory of the Northwest July and knit. I had a glass of iced tea, a breeze, people watching and my thoughts to keep me company. I knitted, thought long thoughts and waited. Then I looked down at my knitting to see when I should stop decreasing for my foot. It seemed to be taking forever to get back to my original number of stitches after the heel (72 stitches - 36 stitches on each needle - magic loop if you must know).
Top of foot needle stitch count: 36
Bottom of food needle stitch count: 20
So then I spent some time enjoying my surroundings while I pulled my needles out and ripped back to where I needed to have stopped decreasing. I put my needles back in and laughing at myself I continued to knit a large section again, this time correctly.
I didn't get much chance to knit again on the trip and didn't pick them back up until knit night. Knit night was a bit chaotic that night - lots of conversations and people in and out. I was distracted. I wondered how close I was getting to the toe decreases so I found my first sock to compare with the in progress sock. When I matched the socks up, something didn't seem right. There seemed to be a discrepancy with the size. The first sock seemed slightly smaller than the second sock. After all the stitch pattern was a variation of ribbing and we all know that ribbing pulls the fabric in. My second sock has been handled and stretched by the needles.
I didn't really pay this all too much attention. I was distracted, and I told myself the cursed phrase that many knitters have thought before - "Oh, it is fine. I'll just keep knitting."
The next night I was at an event with Mister and I had some time to knit. It was quiet during the early moments of the event and I pulled out my knitting. The first sock came out with second and then it hit me. It wasn't fine. Sometime was undeniably wrong.
Can you see what it is?