Yesterday I worked diligently on the second sock that will eventually pair (well, fraternally pair since I didn’t bother matching the stripes) with a sock you may remember.
I finished up the heel flap, turned the heel, picked up the gussets and started the decreases. I had my music blasting, and was knitting along when suddenly, something didn’t seem right. I stopped and studied my knitting. I’m not sure why I thought something was wrong, but I felt it…deep in my soul. I looked at the left needle and everything seemed good there, I looked at the right needle and it seemed fine too. Then, but then, I pulled my working yarn to make sure I hadn’t screwed up there and TA-DA! I figured it out. Somehow, with the last stitch, I thought I had knit it but I actually slipped it over. I was able to figure this out since the working yarn was tightening not the most recent stitch on the right needle but the stitch underneath that one. I patted myself on the back, slipped the stitch back over to the left needle and knitted it properly.
KNITTING DISASTER ADVERTED!