Lest you think I’ve abandoned sock knitting entirely, allow me to provide proof to the contrary. These are unabashedly complicated. The cables are tiny and intricate. The side cable carries on down the foot. The gusset is shifted around a bit. The heel is ribbed and so is the toe. They are not restful socks. You can’t knit them in a dark movie theater (or at least I can’t, you may be more clever than I and quite capable of such a feat). They are lovely socks though, and I find them well worth the effort. Or at least I did, until I saw that cable there that I forgot to cross. Feel free to point and laugh. But a few minutes with a darning needle and a spare bit of thread will fix that. Later. Once I’m done swearing.