So, everyone has a person inside of them. Kinda like Jimminy Cricket. Mine happens to be a knitter named Sara Jane. She's a nice girl, with huge hopes and dreams. She's the one that nags me at 2 a.m. "If you stay up another hour, you can get that heel flap done, wouldn't that be nice?" She's the hopeful one at 3 a.m., "If you start now, you can felt those sandals and get everything done in one day!" She's the one that reasons with me and makes me throw out all experience and common sense. Why? Because I like to knit just as much as the crazed Sara Jane knitter inside of me.However, hand felting wool sandals at 3 a.m. is not a good idea, and will result in sleep deprivation, anger, stress, and quite possibly, car accidents.
Nevertheless, I listen to her, and stay up till 6 a.m. felting the sandals because the new washing machine won't felt for anything.
Sara Jane is also the one that, once the first store-sample cuff-down sock has reached the heel flap and has become more flexiable, nags me to try it on my US size 10 foot.
Ignoring all reason, I try it on.
This is why I shouldn't listen to her, because I'll never wear this sock. It doesn't need to fit me.
Plus, it's a Cookie A. pattern. I have bad experiences with her patterns and trying to get them to fit.
(My first sock, bless it, was Cookie A.'s Baudelaire pattern, done in this lovely green yarn. I knit the largest size possible with the enlarged instep and guess what? It didn't fit. It won't fit anyone except for my camera, which needed a nice soft case anyway.)
So,
a) It's a Cookie A. pattern, the Mingus Sock,
b) There were only two sizes, small and medium. (I'm working the medium size, which is no different from the small thus far)
c) I'll never have to wear it.
d) I don't need to know the dissappointing-but-always-true fact that what I'm making will never fit me.
But what do I do? What do I always do? I listen to Sara Jane, nagging me to try it on.
It will barely reach my heel, and it won't ever go over it.
and so, Sara Jane nags, she always will. Bless her, the optimist.
Now.. to knit the heel flap. I can lose half an hour of sleep and be alright.
