I'm dobby...
It took me a YEAR. A friggin YEAR. But, a sock is done.
And there is no way I can repeat what I did.
See? Isn't that a cool first sock? It's pink and purple. My favorite colors (when I was six, so that's forgivable). I started on 2's and knit down to the heel, and figured out that a) I am a complete moron for trying the lace and faux cable pattern that is entirely lost in the busy yarn.
Notice the fine kitchner-ing of the toe.
The tag, you ask? Why the stitch marker lets me know when I started decreases. It's the "Seduction Socks" from interweave knits, but I got bored after I turned the heel, and started messing with it. Seriously messing with it. I heard I should do the bottom on 1's so it would be a tighter fabric and thus last longer. So I did that.
Then I knit about another inch or so and realized I should, say, check with the Yarn Harlot or Cat Bordhi or someone about when I should decrease, since they sort of know socks a bit better than me. You know, like people from Colorado know a bit more about snow than say, people from Barbados.
I would be Barbados in this example.
Anyway, I figured I should shape the sock a bit like a foot. No idea why I got that notion, but what the hell.
Then I knitted a bunch more and decided that probably it would go a bit faster if I stopped trying to do the pattern on the top.
See how it stops kinda way before the actual toe? Genius. Anyone can knit a sock, but it takes pure, unadulterated genius to completely fuck it up beyond the ability to repeat one's self.
It's a dobby sock. And yes, I will be punishing myself shortly.