My friend Wildflower who's a maniac sock knitter is having a contest for her blogiversary. She's got some pretty sweet swag to give away. Go check it out! One of the conditions of entering the contest was that you had to tell a story about some socks you attempted to knit, had knit with difficulty or knit and frogged. Here's my sad, sad story...
Once upon a time there was a pretty pair of socks that AllyB knit with fabulous yarn she won from Scout's Swag, they were named - amazingly enough - Killer Biller Socks.
AllyB so enjoyed knitting them, they looked ever-so-nice on her feets and on the pretty turquoise sock blockers that Rena gave her for Christmas...until...she washed them, in cold water, by hand...when they dried so nice and soft and luxurious she was thinking about how heavenly they would be on her feets again...
until she put them on and found out she was WRONG!!!!
One of the socks had mysteriously become about an inch shorter than the other.
What to do, what to do?
She put them on the blockers and hung them on the office/sewing/quilting/knitting stash room door.
For about a month, they were constantly taunting her...you really shouldn't taunt her, you know.
They're back in the stash looking like this...
where they'll patiently wait until it's their turn on the needles again.
Next time she says she's gonna knit them both at the same time on one looooonnnggg circular needle and there will be no chance of one sock being shorter than the other.
There! Take that you naughty socks, mwa-ha-ha-ha!