No. I cannot give up. I am not a quitter. I am a winner. Winners never quit, and quitters never win. Quitters also never have any goddamn socks!

I frogged the purple Baudelaires because I was sick of being defeated by them. They were socks! I normally finish a pair of transit socks in like 4 weeks. 6 if I’m lazy. I’d been working on these SINCE JUNE. Okay, they did spend a lot of time in the Naughty WIPs Basket, but still, what with all the ripping back, I had knit at least three socks. And was faced with knitting at least another one and a half. They had to be stopped or I was never going to knit another sock again. So I frogged them, balled the yarn up nicely, stuck the ball bands (which of course I saved) in them, put the yarn in the bin, picked out some new sock yarn to start knitting on… cast on for another toe-up with my 2.5mm needles… and, yesterday, faced with a finished toe, despite my earnest and defiant intent to start with a plain, ordinary, no-frills stockinette and ribbing sock…

STARTED THE BAUDELAIRE PATTERN AGAIN.

I have decided to call these socks the Anti-Baudelaires. They have stripey yarn, which will be too busy for the lace. I haven’t looked at the pattern once. I haven’t even tried on the toe yet. There’s a tiny hole in the toe where one of my bar increases was weird, and I’m not fucking ripping back. I’m patching it up when I weave in the ends, and to hell with detail. I WILL PERSEVERE, AND I WILL HAVE THESE SOCKS IF IT KILLS ME. And what’s more, I’ll have them before Thanksgiving. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!