I cast on my Socktoberfest socks the other day. Got just a few rows into the cuff and realised I'd dropped a stitch somewhere, my ribbing was all wonky, and the stitch had run down to the cast-on edge. Riiiiiip.
Cast on today while Elaine was having her dental check-up. Perhaps it was the person who assured me that it was cheaper and more efficient to buy socks; perhaps it was the knitter who told me she was afraid of double-pointed needles; perhaps it was just the knowledge that I was in the dentist's office, but I couldn't count, "knit 2, purl 2" and got myself messed up in the second or third round!
So, I have decided that it is all this yarn's fault!
I shall delve into the cooler of yarn tonight to find a more worthy ball for my Socktoberfest celebrations!