Andrew and I visited my sister and her family in Philadelphia recently. It's a twelve-hour car ride. That's a lot of knitting time. I spent lots of time working on the scarf and a little time working on a new pair of socks.
Inlay socks knit in Berrocco Comfort
The socks take attention. They're not difficult per se, but there are a ton of two-stitch twists and a typical row has me chanting, "LEFT, right, right. LEFT, right, right."
I assumed I wasn't making much progress on them because the pattern required me to pay attention, and that was part of it. However, I haven't knit in two days. That's weird. Really weird.
I've decided it's because I don't think the pattern shows up well enough on these socks to justify the attention required. It's a great pattern. It's just not great in this yarn. It's time to frog it.
I'm thinking Blackrose. I wish all of life's mistakes were this easy to identify and correct.