Perfection is the hobgoblin of productivity.
Two nights ago I tucked myself into bed at a decent hour. Contrary to most nights, I fell asleep pretty quickly. Unfortunately, within a couple of hours I was wide awake again. This seems to be how it goes a lot of nights.
Since I was awake, I figured I would rock in the rocking chair and knit a little bit.
I knit and I examined my sock.
It looked kind of big.
Maybe a bit too big.
I wonder how that other sock-in-progress looked.
Hmmmm...the gusset on that one looks a little wonky.
The next sock may (or may not) have had some uneven stitches.
It's hard to say for sure in a dim light at 3 AM .
Within about 30 minutes all of the socks save one had been frogged.
It was not my finest hour nor, by the light of day, my wisest decision.
There you have it.
The "damage" was done.
The only thing that saved the one sock was that the first sock was already completed.
I'm sure IT is not perfect either,
but I wasn't about to rip back a finished sock.
THAT would be crazy.