The socks turned out well, too, mostly. I knit them up on small needles, with 2/2 ribbing for the legs so that the socks will stay up. The heels and their turnings are padded and the socks fit tightly on my feet; these socks won't slip and creep. They're finished nicely-in theory, I could wear these babies inside out.
There's one small problem:
Yup. Completely. Totally. Mismatched. Not even close. In a world where it's perfectly acceptable to knit fraternal socks, these would be the orphans in the bunch.
Do I know what happened? Not a clue. You see, I didn't bother to label this wondrous sock yarn, so I don't know how I managed this impressive
Sock #3 seems to be knitting up differently yet again.
I'll wear the um, pair? They're still nice socks. I can amuse people by my apparent incapability to dress myself. Who knows, by the time I finish knitting up all the yarn, perhaps I'll have something resembling a matched set.
Either that, or I'll have the nicest dusting mitts/socks around.