But this angst is what Kristen calls pregret. That's like regret, only ahead of time--a premonition of regret yet to come. Well hopefully not. I have completed the heel flap, which involved a slightly new skill, slipped stitches.
I know slipped stitches are easy, as easy as rolling off a log, but I had never done it before, and I found it weird to move every other stitch all the way across the row onto the other needle without actually knitting it. I don't quite understand why, but it does seem to have made a thicker and cushier fabric than ordinary stockinette stitch.
And now I have to somehow pick stitches back up off the sides of the flap and reunite the whole thing into a tube. This apparently is what's known as "turning the heel." I recall first hearing that phrase when I read Little Women, I think. So it feels very romantic. But it also feels like uncharted territory. I can't really picture what I am going to do. I don't understand the architecture of socks. So I plunge blindly on....stay tuned.