It all started with this a great colour way that shall remain nameless until I stop squirreling it up.
It was so pretty in the hank, then the ball, that it was driving passion to cast on socks. (It was either the yarn, or the need to distract myself from outside stressors; I'm sayin' it was the yarn) I even put a pattern onto the foot, something I rarely do. Then I noticed the big swirl. No, no, No! I say unto you No. No swirls.
Frog, frog, frog. Tried two different skeins, which despite starting at different points on the dye pattern soon ran neck in neck. Tink, Tink, Tink. I think this is when I lost my lovely stitch marker Try it knit from both ends of the ball - same piece of string, worked opposite ways, must not match up, right? Within 2 rows.
Rip, Rip, Rip. Try a different number of stitches. Hmmn, now the sock is too big, and the colours have divided evenly with all the blues on one half, and the oranges on the other. I don't want to go down a needle size because I'm already on 1s. Rather than deal with the bookkeeping/taxes/work stress, I think I'll peruse knitting patterns until I find something that will wiggle it's way out of the spirals.
Because that's what mature sane people do, right? Distract themselves with something else. That's why TV is so popular.