The heel flap was clearly too long, a problem which I ignored. This meant the gusset became too loose and too long, leading into a foot that was also less snug than desirable. Which I continued to ignore.
Because knitted fabric is miraculous, and I wanted to see. . . there was this idea, maybe I could cheat and fix things the easy way, without ripping anything back. . . and I’d feel dumber than an Irish Setter huffing spray paint if it didn’t work, but if it did. . .
I started the toe decreases too early. And it worked.
The finished sock, looking as short and stout as any teapot, rearranged the shape of its stitches as I wiggled my foot into it. It fits perfectly. I love it. And I can’t wait to get its mate on the needles.
What if we were all made of knitting instead of flesh and bone? We would be cozy all the time, for one, and Velcro would be illegal (or at least have a three-day waiting period), but also –so many of the body image issues that plague most of us could simply be blocked out.
Worried you’re “too short” or “too fat” and no one will ever want you? Just take a bath and have a friend tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts while you’re still damp. Problem solved.
(Not an endorsement of current cultural beauty norms — just a thought that made me chuckle while playing with my socks).