Someone at my work has a bumper sticker with that saying stuck to his work station. It's true, though! I finished my Pomatomus socks last night while playing Dungeons and Dragons:
When I tried them on, I said "Hmm. They don't feel right." And they don't! I couldn't place it. Everyone looked at me rather weirdly - I play with Dan and 3 other dudes, all of whom usually drink while they play, and none of whom have ever knit. But as I sat in my chair wearing my socks, I thought about how they didn't feel right. My other pair - lost to time or left at my mom's house, I can't remember which - fit really well. Perfectly. But these felt odd somehow.
As we battled a pack of ghouls summoned by an evil pirate whose treasure we had stolen, I realized what it was. It was just one sock, the one that I had finished before. We had a pie break, and I took a while to look at them.
Can you see it? My most recent sock's foot was half a pattern repeat longer than the last one!
I had already woven in the end of my other sock, so I took the scissors and closed my eyes and cut the tip of the toe off, and unraveled it.
Now my FO is an unF'dO. But, I'd rather take the time to fix the mistake than walk around with one sock just a little too tight!
(Also - you can picture the look of horror on everyone's faces when I started cutting the sock up. "Haven't you been working on that since spring!?" They couldn't fathom why I'd cut up and tear apart something I had been working on every week for such a long time.)
