These socks are trouble makers. Not because of the pattern. Because G (my husband) Has the strangest feet ever. They're not giving me the "warm fuzzy" feeling I thought I would get from knitting G socks. Not. At. All.
This might be the first as well as the last pair of socks he gets from me.
I know the story about never knitting your boyfriend a sweater. Is there a story about knitting for your husband? Am I stumbling into some kind of territory that someone should warn me about?
In other knitting news, I ripped my Fair Isle project back (to the black line). My tension was just way too tight. I've loosened up quite a bit and things are now going smoothly again!