As I knit, I kept comparing the slowly forming twin to its sibling and saw a difference I didn't like. Hmmm. I tried the first born sock on. As I suspected. It was loose. The K2P2 rib at the cuff looked to be already stretched out before I tried it on and feeling it around my ankle confirmed that it was too loose. I'd knit the first sock a while back on dpns and was less than masterful as I knit the ribbing. I remember fumbling with the dpns while getting the sock started - always have trouble getting things going on dpns. Once I have an inch done, I'm good, but that first inch is iffy. I'm much better with magic loop. So I did this:
I frogged the monkey. What fun! I turned that crank on my ball winder like a mad woman and watched that sock unknit itself. I threw my head back and cackled, and . . . No I didn't. I'm not that nuts. I giggled silently - inside my own head. No one watching me would have guessed how delighted I was watching that yarn go back into a ball. There was no pain in frogging. I figured that if I'm going to knit a new one after all this time, I might as well knit two. I'm up for it.
And in case you're wondering, Emmie is still being a good momma to her baby.