One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other

There comes a point, in almost any knitter's life, where this fear rears it's ugly head. You're knitting along on a project, when you look down and suddenly realize you're nearing the end of your yarn, while you still have a few inches to go. You continue knitting, sweating bullets the whole time, hoping and praying you have enough. Sometimes you will get lucky and just barely make it. Or sometimes you finish and still have a lot left. This time though...

See that gimp little purple end sticking up from the top sock? That's the end of my ball. And I don't have another. I made it two rows past the heel and completely ran out. I couldn't even finish binding off. I was filled with disappointment, then rage (Why the CRAP didn't I buy two balls?? And why, WHY didn't I weigh the finished sock against the remaining yarn to see if I could make, especially since I knew I only had one ball?...), then problem fixing as I decided what to do next.

I figured I would just frog both socks and use the yarn for a baby hat. Or toss them in the "in progress" box and leave them forever to think about what they've done....

Then I decided I'll just rip back the first one to the same spot of the second and split the difference of the yarn I would get between each to make slightly shorter, but even socks (make sense?). I think it will work (emphasis on think).

Next time, make sure I've bought more than one ball.