After the fourth repeat of trying to wrestle the Trinity yarn in a gauge that made it very unhappy, (Apparently this color wants to be a shawl too.) I gave up on my second attempt. My fingers cried, "Uncle", and we went in search of a different yarn.
Same pattern, mind you, (only slightly modified) With an on-going contest of "Who can name the pattern" for a prize to be named.
I give you the third attempt at my sockpal sock.
I'm quite happy with it. I may even get around to making myself a pair (I know!) And yes, I know I have freakishly small hands.
I'm meeting some of the girls tonight at Barnes and Noble. It'll be nice to get out for a bit.