Onesockitis

Oh no! I thought it would never happen to me. The dreaded onesockitis. I have made many, many pairs of socks and always, I could not wait to make the mate. Now I have been brought low by a hand sock! Behold, the culprit!

Having never worked with sock weight yarn before, I did not realize how evil its intentions were. It kept me busy trying to corral its wayward strands, picking up stitches that I kept dropping because I could not see them. My eyes ache at the thought of starting its mate, however, I cannot convince my youngling to just keep one hand in her pocket. I go now back into the beasts lair to see if I can lure the other hand sock into being. Do not wait for me, I may not return.