Argh.

I can't believe it. I was right on track to get my Dad's birthday socks done in time to put them in the mail on Monday (his birthday is next Wednesday) when I decided to try them on My Old Man tonight. As I was knitting I kept thinking they looked ginormous, even though I checked and double-checked my gauge. My gauge was right on, but my instincts were right - these are socks for a giant. They are not too long but they are too loose. And the yarn is too nice (Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran) to be knit into socks that don't fit and won't be worn.

So even though I was in the homestretch of finishing the first sock, I'll be starting all over again tomorrow morning, with a smaller set of needles. And my dad's birthday present will be late. And this means several more days before I can finally get back to the spring sweater and capelet I was knitting for myself, which I laid aside almost two months ago to begin making a series of birthday gifts. Phooey.