I hated the idea that the socks weren't the same sizes but I couldn't bring myself to frog the second sock and start over again. So much work!! So there they sat, one and a half socks, in my knitting bag. I swear every time I looked at that bag those socks would flip me the bird.
I haven't been able to face doing any knitting this since we moved. There are lots of reasons why. It is hot. I am homesick for Rose Path. There is no one to help me when I mess up. There is no one to cheer for me when I am done. Finally, last week I grabbed my knitting bag on the way to piano lessons, which was my routine in Texas. As I looked at the different projects I had to choose from, those socks started cussing me out and making fun of me. They really hurt my feelings. I decided that I was going to finish them just as they are. If no one every wears them I don't' even care. I just want to stop thinking about them.
I finished them this morning. :)