Knitting has happened. Actually I have been on a bit of a jag lately. I made a pair of socks for Husband. He slid them on and headed to work before I could take a photo. I finished that pink sweater and will take pictures as soon as it has been blocked, and I made a pair of socks for Youngest Son. Once I had finished the gusset I began to get nervous. The more I knit the worse it became. By the time I was nearing the toe I was trying to tell myself that it would be OK, that I could finish the toe with a different yarn, that it would only be two weeks until I could get to a yarn shop, that I would not lose the desire to finish the socks during those two weeks...
After the first sock was finished I had less than one yard of yarn left! It was a pretty joyful moment, realizing I had made it to the end. I walked around the house and held up my victory to all who would listen. They pretended to care and it was nice. Then it was time for the second sock. The knitting of the second sock was more nerve racking than the first because I knew if I knit just two more rounds on the second sock than I did on the first, there would not be enough yarn.
But I pressed ahead, taking bourbon for courage as I neared the end of the foot.
They are indeed the same size, and I did not run out of yarn.
I had exactly four yards leftover. Now that was a close one!