Finally, a Started Sock

I couln't stand the idea of not having a pair of handmade socks by the end of Socktoberfest. So I sat down last night with my yarn and a couple of hooks, and swatched away. I crocheted, I frogged. Crochet, frog, crochet, frog, crochet, frog. You get the idea. After a couple hours and a little frustration, this is how far I got:


When I got up this morning I sent the girls to their dad's for a couple of hours, they haven't been seeing him much lately so it was kind of a treat for them. The treat for me? Getting to work on my sock some more. Here's where I'm at now:


By some kind of crocheting miracle, it fits. Yay! Of course, it may be more that I'm stubborn, and ripped out the damn thing over and over until it looked like it would fit, than a miracle of any sort. I'm happy either way. I love the way the colors are striping up so far, and it's going quickly now that I'm past the toe and on the foot part. I'm still convinced that I'm going to run out of yarn. I'll probably have to buy more, but if I can't find this particular kind, I'm sure I'll think of something creative. Maybe a solid pink or black for the afterthought heel and cuff. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. For now, I'm off to keep working on the sock. This whole Socktober thing is addictive!