Normally when I finish grafting the toe of one sock I heave a somewhat weary sigh at the thought of starting the second sock (and the inevitable 10 or so rounds of ribbing that that entails) but not today. The reason wherefore? I've already knitted half the second sock, well really it's the first sock.
A few Wednesdays back I reached the start of the heel of the first sock and realised that I'd left my pattern at home. Whilst I didn't remember what Cookie A's directions actually were I did remember enough to know that they were a bit different from your regular heel and that there was no chance of my knitting the sock per pattern without that bit of paper in front of me. Having no other knitting with me* the only option was to put the live stitches on some spare needles and cast on for the cuff of the second sock.
Fast forward a few weeks and I'm reaping the reward of my forgetfulness as instead of having to psych myself up to cast on the second sock I'm already halfway there.
* obviously the idea of staying at the pub and not knitting never crossed my mind.
