Sock update

As a child I remember reading a story about a native american girl. Every day she would watch her grandmother weave blankets. One day she asked her grandmother how long she would live. The grandmother replied that she was old and that this would be her final blanket. So every night, after grandmother went to sleep, the child would go and unravel the day's work, assuming that if the blanket were never finished her grandmother would never die.

Of course, in the end she had to accept that change was inevitable, and regardless of whether the blanket was finished or not, grandmother would soon be gone.

Now, my poor little sock project certainly does not hold the weight of life in it's threads, but as I move along through the familiarity of the pattern I realize that sooner or later, I'm going to have to give in and journey into unfamiliar territory. I'm on my tenth repeat of the pattern, meaning that here very shortly it will be time to begin the heel.

I've never done this before. And so far the sock is so beautiful that I can't even begin to imagine how hard it's going to be for me to admit defeat if I totally screw it up.

I guess, eventually, we all have to cross over into to unknown and take our chances, don't we? So, wish me luck on this and let's all hope that I don't go ruining a perfectly good thing with my novice skills.