A couple days before the Fourth of July, I cracked a tooth. It had been a long time coming, as that particular tooth has been having problems for over a year and the problems had been getting worse for the last six weeks or so. And finally, on a Saturday, it split.
I have never felt such excruciating pain as that. Ever. It seriously brought me to my knees, crying. I think on Saturday I took about thirty ibuprofen, maybe more. Same on Sunday. On Monday I got into the dentist and although the dentist didn't fix it right then, I am now on the road to getting it fixed. And, thankfully, the pain has been managed.
But, while I was in pain, I was working on a pair of socks. These socks.
Notice anything? Do you think I was a bit tense when I was working on the second sock? My aunt Mary Beth, when she saw this picture, thought that I was using a different skein. Nope, same skein. Just a completely different tension.
However, by the time I got to the foot, I had some nicer medicine and was no longer in terrible pain so the tension reverted back to just about matching the first sock.
These socks are just for me, so I don't see any point in fixing them. And anyway, there isn't anything to fix. This is what happens when things aren't mass produced. They have a bit of character, and a story.