We went from one extreme to the other. Nice cool nights, warm comfortable days . . . to muggy and 90 plus degrees. Yuck. I can't even stand touching wool yarn when it's like this. Socks are good knitting for this weather even if it is wool yarn.
I was working on a house sock. It was turning out so pretty too. Lovely Malabrigo. The best heel I ever turned. I went to try it on and it was a struggle to get it on. Hmmmmm, what to do . . . frog or continue.
Isn't it pretty?
I frogged it. I didn't want to take a chance that it would shrink when washed, or felt. It will become something else in the future.
That's always such a hard decision. Rip it out or keep going. Deep inside you know what to do, but you don't want to. Finally you do it. Rip it, rip it.
So I started another sock with different yarn. Pictures to come.