Ladies and gentlemen, you see before you one completed Sockapalooza sock; finished, grafted, ends woven in, washed and merrily blocking its little heart out, wanting only a travelling companion before it wings its way to its intended home!
It would seem that my plan has met with the approval of the Knitting Gods, as ever since, the knitting has flown by. The first day I easily accomplished my 24 rounds, on Day Two I zipped through 40, and yesterday I knocked out 36. So polishing off the toe this morning was an absolute breeze.
I just hope I can keep up the lightning pace from here. I don’t generally suffer from Second Sock Syndrome; I actually quite enjoy the second sock. I have all the notes I made during the knitting of the first sock, so I can just zoom through without any need for ripping or tinking or swearing or crying.
Angst-free knitting – what more can you ask?