I got home Thursday night, tired, but determined to finish the toe of my sock.
After dinner, I got myself settled with my favorite knitting podcast and my project bag. I knew I was close to working on the toe. Once I got the toe started the sock would be finished in an hour. After knitting for a while, I measured and tried it on. I was close, so I knit two rounds and began the toe.
As I had predicted it took less than an hour to knit the toe. I sewed the toe closed and wove in my ends before doing my favorite thing: putting the finished sock on for the first time.
It fit, but it felt a little short. It was nearing bedtime and I weighed my options. I could live with it, or I could rip out the toe and revise my work. It was like I was one of my 6th graders. Tearing it out would mean I wasted a whole evening of knitting. If I just lived with it, I could be finished, and start the second sock – but would I be really happy with the finished product?
I grabbed my scissors.
Friday evening found me back where I started.
Friday night found me happy.