Poor Neo's sock. All brown and sad-looking. And too short.
While we were in Florida, in the car, I got to the last 12 stitches of the second sock, so pleased with myself that I was finishing it before cold weather
next winter. That's when it jumped up and bit me in the butt. It's one inch too short. TOO SHORT. Since I'm not long on patience, I balled that puppy up and buried in the bottom of my KnitKnackSack™ and pulled out some springy, happy pink and purple mostly-cotton yarn and cast on for another sock.
I
will finish your socks, Neo, I promise, and before it gets cold again (although if it's cold again this week, that doesn't count), and once I find that gorgeous blue yarn you chose, I'll make you a pair of happy socks to go with the depressing socks.
For now, though, I've got me a Happy Sock.