I knit and ripped, knit and ripped, knit and ripped, do you get the picture?
I made two different socks
four different times and every time I knit up from the toe to the ankle, the dadgum things wouldn’t come out right!
Finally, I gave up and frogged for the last time, re-skeined and washed it, seeing as how I gave the poor yarn a mauling. It even broke on me at one point.
So there it is, clean, dry, and ready to go again.
Except I don’t want to look at it.
I shall put it somewhere far, far away, where the sun don’t shine.