When I saw how this yarn came out of the dye bath, I knew exactly what socks I would be making with it. It was pretty much downhill from there.

• The ball winder really screwed up my yarn. I spent almost as much time detangling as I did knitting - AND I ended up having to cut the yarn on both socks in order to fix the yarn. This caused a lot of swearing.

• The gusset is a little tight on my foot, but I have big fat feet. If you also have big fat feet, you might have this problem too.

• The pattern flew by and was super fun, even if I swore at it a lot. Sorry, pattern. It’s not you, it’s me. And the yarn.

• When I was at the bindoff of the second sock, the socks decided that I hadn’t been punished enough while making them. I was innocently carrying the sock from one room to the other - not even knitting! - when the size 2.5 KnitPicks nickel-plated needle stabbed me in the web between my thumb and index finger, like the world’s worst splinter. LET ME TELL YOU, this hurts like a mother. I guess I should just be glad it wasn’t a Harmony; the tip might have broken off D:

So yeah, eff you, Absinthe socks. You’re pretty and I will wear you and prance around, but you didn’t have to fucking stab me. I didn’t swear at you THAT much.