Darn those socks!

On the 2nd sock, I realized I had continued the purl in the pattern about 10 rows too many. Did I TINK? Nope. Did I FROG? Nope. I... drum roll, please... unraveled the wrong stitches the 10 rows and FIXED it. I totally rock.

I finished the 2nd sock on the way to, and in, Cedar Falls, IA. Here's where I say DARN! These socks are the most comfortable things EVER. They are the right thickness, and the wool keeps my feet dry and warm and not clammy. That means I have to make MORE. Rats. Seriously. I hate making socks.