…or a pool in Kansas. Color pool, that is. Behold the grodiness:
The front and back sides of one sock. Meh. I don’t know what it is about knitting that makes me want to deny Facts when they are staring me in the face. The pooling was icky on the cuff. I thought I’d give it a chance to work itself out once it got past the ribbing. It didn’t get better. Did I acknowledge reality with a smile? No! I decided to knit more tightly, in hopes that that would defeat the pool monster. When that didn’t work, I kept going because I needed to make sure it was big enough to show its horrendousness in a picture. How much sense does that make? Don’t answer that.
I was using Knit Picks Essential in the Tuscany Multi. This was on size 2 needles over 56 stitches. I say “was” because it hit the frog pond before I typed this post. Denial can only take you so far.
I bet there are lots of frogs in da Nile. That probably means something.