On the last row of the leg I see I’ve been knitting it wrong:
I did not start the pattern on the back of the leg, after I put in the waste yarn for the afterthought heel.
It’s my first after thought heel and it was all new, not having a clear bend in the sock, an end row after which you do something different. I kept the sock on magic loop and just continued what I’d been doing: stockinette stitch on one needle, pattern on the other. Aiming for the endgoal: the cuff. Because then there’s be dessert: knitting the striped heel!
Only now, after 68 rows, do I discover that my sock is WRONG. Not the sock I meant to knit. Butchering the designer’s intent.
I could cry… not because of the competition, even though I probably lost it now. But because I’ve been working so diligently, catching and correcting every mistake I make in the stitch pattern (and I make mistakes every row because of brain fog). And now I’ve made this big mistake and didn’t catch it for 68 long rows. All that concentration, all that dedication and positiveness. I feel cheated. I hate ME.
It’s now a few hours later and I’ve started a new sock, with new yarns (both Drops Fabel):
Nice in white with greenish contrast colour. I’ll see how far I’ll go. At least the pressure is of the competition now, for me.