I’ve never suffered from second sock syndrome. I’m the most rare of creatures, both a process knitter and a end product knitter. I love the knitting, but I also look forward to wearing the socks. I have no solitary socks pining for their mates.
But I follow the Drunk Knitter on Instagram and watch her YouTube channel. So, I bought her book. And even bought yarn specifically for the socks. I actually accidentally bought the book twice and gifted the second one to my best-friend Audrey.
The process of knitting one long tube with provisional rows and lifelines feels innovative. I think Safiyyah aka the Drunk Knitter might be a genius. But sadly, along with the music of Bob Dylan, most modern art, and anime, the genius is wasted on me. I didn’t get it.
I think I underestimated how much I hate tearing out waste yarn to free the live stitches waiting to be knitted. And I did not read the pattern carefully enough to reverse the process when I was knitting the second sock. They are not matching. They’re like a couple that broke up but remained best friends. They should be together, but something just doesn’t work.
My first instinct was to put the book in my giveaway pile. Someone’s life will the changed for the better by discovering it. But on second thought, I feel like I’m not done with it. I might want to try again now that I have confidence and understand the process. But even though I ended up a bit disappointed, I heartily recommend the book.