The Crafting Fates
Last time on Burnstopia, M was celebrating like a Loon because she acquired (through questionable means) a truly excellent recipe.
This week on Burnstopia, M eats Humble Pie dished out heavily by the Crafting Fates.
So this year for Chris' Christmas socks, I picked out two different color work patterns. The first was a really cool nautical theme, and I messed that up real good, so I moved on to another geometric pattern, and I messed that up real good, so I just decided that perhaps color work was just not meant to be this year. So I started searching for cable patterns and I found one that I really liked and cast on.
By October I had finished the first sock and I thought, "Excellent! I'm going to get these done by December 1st and have loads of time to do other things!" So I cast on the second and while Chris was gone to Savannah I worked diligently on the second sock.
(His only request was that they be a SURPRISE so I have to work on them when he's not around.)
So I finished the gusset decreases on the second sock on Tuesday night and I pulled out the first (and FINISHED) sock to measure against it and count the cable twist so I knew how many rounds I needed to knit before starting the toe decreases.
And I found a HOLE. Not a little hole. And not a dropped-stitch hole, a gaping hole with FRAYED ends around it. A hole that looked like a BROKEN piece of yarn. I felt totally deflated. So I went to all my knitting books searching for how to correct a broken strand of yarn in an otherwise perfect body of knitting, and lo, there was NOTHING.
So I thought and I thought and I thought about it and I figured I had two solutions: I could darn the hole closed as neatly as possible, or I could CUT the foot off, unravel back to the start of the hole and REKNIT the entire foot.
Last night at my sister's I darned it shut. And it looked awful. And as I thought about it, I thought "What is the point of the gift? Is it the sock, or is it more than that?" And I realized, it's so much more than that. The gift really isn't the socks, the gift is a tangible manifestation of the love that I have for him. There is very little in our life that is perfect, but this pair of socks that I make for him once a year, THAT can be perfect.
So last night I cut and unraveled and picked up the stitches to reknit the foot. As I was painfully picking up those stitches I thought about the women who run the bakery in Savannah, and maybe this Hole business was just, I'm reducing their profits by making my own, I suppose it's only fair that the Crafting Fates exact some form of vengeance on their behalf.
If you'll excuse me, I have TWO socks now to finish before Christmas.
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