My knitting while occasionally frustrating rarely really upsets me. I accept that as part of knitting there is frogging this is and always will be just something you suck up and you do and you march on. There will always be bad patterns out there and even more often there will be bad pattern readers out there. There will always be the days where you just didn’t think the rule of creating a gauge swatch really applied to you. There will always be projects that require modification to fit your actual measurements. Most of the time I actually try to take frogging as a learning lesson for something to do differently in the future.
But I digress back to the conniption on the bus… What led to this little round of madness you ask? THE SOCK or as it is now and shall forever be known as that F’ING SOCK. I had a plan, I stuck to the plan, the plan worked like a charm! Eleven long months of sock knitting had produced on time 5 pairs of socks and 1/2 only 1/2 of one pair of socks left to go. I being the brilliant project manager / planner that I am was on track to finish on time no less! I had fully planned to save one of the easiest pairs for last. One that knit up on larger needles so that it would go quickly.
In December it began I started this little project about a week late but I knew how quickly and easily the first sock had gone and thought to myself no problem. This sock was actually my first attempt at design and it had gone extraordinarily well. I knew this sock like the back of my hand, no worries… and then it began:
- Frogging round 1 – I started with a larger size of needles by mistake
- Frogging round 2 - Can’t remember why this frogging round occured but I remember that it did occur
- Frogging round 3 - UNFREAKING BELIEVABLE the F’ing sock has to be knit a very specific way from the heel and who paid no attention that’s right the f’ing planner (hence foreward known as the dumb ass)
- Frogging round 4 – Did something wrong and frogged the heel again
- Frogging round 5 – OMG kill me now this is a sock for heavens sake a SOCK why is a SOCK defeating me!!!!! This time I finished the heel all is on track and THEN I screwed up the pattern.
This is how a grown 33 year old woman succumbs to wishing like mad that they could act like a two year old and throw a full scale tantrum.









