I don't know what's come over me. I don't seem to be able to think straight about anything anymore. I took this photo planning a "woo hoo look what I've finished" post but instead it's just another fail and I'm not talking about all the joins I had to make because of the knots and the running out of yarn thing.
I hate gifting socks with joins because I just know they will come apart one day. I've never had it happen myself but I'd hate it if it did.
I'm kicking myself today because I made them too short in the foot. How did I not notice this? I measured. I swear I did but you know how knitting lies. Just looking at them should have been enough for my brain to realize this but it didn't. I could rip the toes out and knit on but I'm not. That would be just one join too many and they fit me so there's that.
It's not like I don't have plenty of yarn in the stash to try again but all the same I'm pretty darn disgusted with myself at the moment. I couldn't manage one pair of decent man socks this year. Not. One. Pair.