Falling out of love

It started so well. The yarn was fluffy (but not too fluffy) and full of promise. The colours – delightful greens all of them – shaded beautifully one into the other. My first sock striped its way to fruition and was cosy, comfortable and everything it had whispered it would be.SONY DSC

How is that promise betrayed!

Approaching the heel for sock number two I became uncomfortably aware that the stripes in this section of the ball were Not The Same Depth as the stripes in the first section of the ball. Just a couple of rows out on each colour but enough to make about a centimetre and a half’s difference before I’d even got to the heel.SONY DSC

And then, oh then there was badness. The bright-green stripe I was on, instead of shading through olive into deep teal, simply stopped. A mishmashed join and then abruptly straight into the dark teal.SONY DSC
There is a hard line across my sock where no hard line should be. These socks will never match. Can you hear the sound of my heart breaking?


Author: Carolyn

I'm a knitter and blogger, a cook and a quilter, a woodworker and writer.

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