Over the weekend I decided to tackle a couple lingering second socks. It's the knitting equivalent of spring cleaning and somehow makes me feel virtuous. Plus I want to cast on new socks and need empty needles.
Movie Knit Sock. This second sock is coming along nicely. The heel flap is finished and ready to be turned. I took notes when I made the first sock. Normally that's a good thing, but this time around I can't decipher my notes.
I was working late last night when I discovered the cryptic scribbles. Maybe they don't have anything to do with the pattern. I've been known to jot down random things on the closest paper at hand. I went to bed and thought it would all make sense in the morning. So far it hasn't. Maybe I just need more coffee . . .