Woolpse is right. I'm staring at my scrap of knitting that will soon be frogged and stashed back onto my Ikea Expedit cubbie system. My calves, however muscular, are too big to fit into these epic fair isle socks. Thinking back to last weekend when I discovered this tragic bit of information I nearly cried, swore and promptly explained myself to my friend, Crystal, who was looking at me suspiciously. I suppose anyone else it would seem like the socks fit except I KNEW that the socks stretching themselves to near breaking point not even half way up my calf meant the inevitable frogging.
At my Knitting group, of course I received plenty of support on how to salvage these socks and frankly, I'm kinda over them all together. Good-bye pretty socks.