A Sheep In The Doghouse.

There must be penance. Sure, The Sheep could just say, "oh what the heck, I admitted the error of my ways and have committed myself to treading the better path from this day hence." But would she really have learned her lesson that way?

No. Those of us raised in the fine tradition of guilt know that there is nothing better than a little self-imposed life lesson to reinforce better behavior in the future.

I failed to see the beauty of the good sock yarn. I publicly stated that it was naught but sheer folly to spend large amounts of cash on that which will reside in your shoe. I purchased yarns labeled with the word "sock" and knit with them boldly and with blatant disregard for the truth.

My eyes have been opened. I have seen the light. I was wrong...so very wrong. There is, not merely a point, but a veritable principle at work here. All sock yarns are not created equal.

And so, in order that I might better appreciate what I have learned here, I have begun a new sock. And it is not in "good" sock yarn. It is in economy sock yarn. It was purchased at a chain craft store. It is scratchy. It is self-patterning. It lacks anything remotely resembling squooshy-ness or sproingy-ness. The Sheep, she suffers.

::sniffle:: Hold me...

As God is my witness, after this there will be Koigu. It'll be a nice respite from my penance.

I'm afraid I have alot of economy/penance sock yarn through which to slog.

Light a candle for me...

SA