The demise of Pomatomus

Today, my beautiful Pomatomus socks went from this –

Pomatomus in the wild

to this –

The remains of Pomatomus

all because of this –

My worst nightmare

and now I am sad. I knit these socks last summer while camping in Missouri with Scott’s family; I don’t believe the temperatures dipped below 95F so I spent the weekend in the shade or in the water, trying my hardest to stay cool.

I love this pattern. However, I knit these socks slightly too big for my small feet; I ripped both so I can knit them a bit smaller next time around. Of course, I’m totally knitting this pattern again because I love it so much. I’m hoping I love it even more with the socks fitting my feet this time around.

Of course, these won’t get knit until I finish my Jaywalkers. (On a sidenote, I’m glad I printed the pattern when I did, as Magknits has been taken down. Which is too bad.)

In other news, I’m very psyched it’s the weekend. Oh, glorious Saturday and Sunday mornings, how I covet you so.

3 thoughts on “The demise of Pomatomus”

  1. Vicki

    Poor sockie! You must have caught it on something.

  2. Ohh, SUCK. Any idea where the hole came from?! I might have had a stroke if that had happened to me.

    I completely agree with you about the weekends, by the way. I never appreciated weekends so much until I got the job I have now.

  3. I would have just cried! All that work….. At least you’re gung ho to make another pair from the same yarn. I never would have thought of reusing the same yarn.

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