

that I was unteachable :) Three pairs of scrappy socks have diminished the stash somewhat, of sockish yarn at least.
Now I should return to the black shrug I abandoned at exactly the halfway point of the back, after running out of steam for knitting an apparently endless round of black, black and oooh, black. Perhaps I can convince myself that since I'm halfway, it's all downhill from here. Or else cast on another pair of socks!
Oh, and I've discovered a way to get me over second sock syndrome, a malady to which I am all too prone. I cast on the first cuff, knit to the heel flap, put that aside and knit the second cuff, knit to the heel flap, go back to the first sock and knit the heel, pick up the second sock and knit the heel, knit the first foot and toe, then - ta da! - all I have left is the second foot (I just typed 'food' instead of 'foot' three times - must be hungry) and toe and I have a complete pair of socks, painlessly. And no poor abandoned first socks languishing for want of their mate.