And then it happened. I had me something of a realization. I looked at my sock. I looked at my foot. I looked back at the sock. I returned my gaze to my foot. There was something of a discrepancy, there. And it was then clear to me that I didn't have a Monkey on my needles.
I had a Gorilla.
There were a couple of things at work against me. The first was my choice of needle. Against my better judgement, I opted to go with a size 2 needle rather than a size 1. It seemed like the right choice gauge-wise. It wasn't. The second was my decision to follow the pattern's directions with regard to the heel rather than substituting the one that fits my tootsies a bit better. I have a narrow foot and the heel is no exception. Add to this the fact that I am something of a loosey-goosey knitter and you have one gi-normous sock taking over the knitting spot.
I was now faced with two choices. I could head into the kitchen, break out a canister of salt and consume it by the spoonful until my feet retained enough water to swell to the correct size. Or, I could frog them completely and try again. You'd probably be surprised to know just how long I considered option #1. But in the end, we all took a field trip to the frog pond. The deed is done, the lovely Lorna's Laces was given a nice hot bath and hung up to block a bit then a new yarn was brought forth.
And when I say, "new yarn" I mean really new. Like, it arrived yesterday. It seems that Trek re-routed some yarn my way that was originally a prize that she'd won in a blog contest. But she wondered if it might be happier living with me and the kitties so it extended its trip just a bit further north. The Trekking XXL didn't get much of a rest nor an opportunity to acclimate to its new surroundings. It was put to work before I even remembered to get a picture.