A sock, a sock!

[Enter Pomatomus, and attached Needles]

[Exit Sleep and Sense]

Nevermind that it was already past one in the morning. Or that I needed to be in lab again in another eight hours. I was so very close to finishing my very first sock and I just could not put it down. 3 o’clock rolled by and I knitted on. 4 o’clock clicked in place on my clock and I entertained the idea of sleep but oh there aren’t that many rows left and really, I should be done in no time. After all, the rows are getting shorter, aren’t they?

Knit, knit. Damn. Tink, tink. Knit, knit, knit.

And as the birds started chirping to greet the paling sky, I moved the last stitch to my right needle, snipped the yarn, slipped on the sock to check the fit…


and immediately began poring over directions for grafting the toe.


Whether it was the lack of sleep or some inherent inability to comprehend Interweave’s diagrams, I could make neither heads nor tails of the directions. I soldiered on with my tapestry needle, though, with the determination and tunnel vision born of late-night delirium. Much fussing with loops and the yarn tail later, I had a finished sock. My very first sock.


O happiness.


I stood back and admired. I had knit a sock and all was well with the world. And at that moment of pride and happiness, I lost my balance and trod with all my weight on a DPN that didn’t respond well at all to the sudden pressure.
Sigh.
Perhaps the knitting gods required a sacrifice in exchange?