First of all, thank you all so much for the kind comments about my Chuck’s Cabled Sock, you gave me such a nice boost! A couple of folks have asked about the yarn I’m using - It is Lang Jawoll Superwash in 8395 Light Brown and 8305 Light Grey (which is actually a powdery blue-grey). They are both heathery with nice depth. I spent a couple days on the couch this week with some nastiness that’s been going around, sleeping, reading knit blogs and randomly clicking on all sorts of links and blogrolls - I found some really cool people in the process, but spent way more time online than is normal for me. I knitted quite a bit too, but due to brain fog I think I picked up stitches for the heel gussets at least 3 times. I finally had to give up after a bit and wait until the fog at least partially cleared.

So, finally I made some progress today - I am just so pleased with how this little sock is coming out. I love the design (that Eunny, she is something), I love how the cable splits at the heel with the thinner version trailing down the foot. I love the little line of blue stiches outlining the gusset. I love my heel mod. But, despite my best efforts, a lot of stretching, a little (ok, a lot) of cursing…. The damn thing will not fit over my GD heel. I was convinced, convinced it would fit! Love is blind, I tell you. It seems that my blindness pertains not only to things that are too big, but now also, to things that are too small. And yes, I checked gauge, though I may have been a little lenient. That’ll teach me. To be lenient, and to postpone trying on the damn thing until I’m more than halfway through the thing. So, anyone have size 6-ish (or maybe 4-ish) feet?

Say hello to the Little Man. He’s not trying to eat the sock (Sweeter would be the sock eater), he’s trying to make me smile - what a big sweetie.

Remarkably, I’m not really that upset. Every time I make a big knitting mistake, I get something out of it. In another life I was a sewer - this type of sewing failure would have brought me to tears, or at least caused me to throw the project on the floor in frustration and stomp around a bit (which might have been because I found sewing so frustrating and it might also have had something to do with being a temperamental teenager). But even though I dress it up for the sake of the story, I don’t think my knitting has ever reduced me to tears. Not yet anyway. I have a feeling I’d better go knock on some wood now.