I think I am not Sock Wars material. 

I am not a sock knitting newbie.  I have made many pairs of well loved socks.  I went into this knowing full well I would not be the last knitter standing but hoped I'd finish at least one sock.  I'm still plugging away but am not sure how this is going to go.

I am working on a pattern called Don't Box Me In, an eyelet pattern that I rather like.  Because of the way the stitches fall, there is a thin stripe of stockinette that is supposed to fall down the middle of the back of the leg.  When I was barreling through the foot (and feeling optimistic that I'd finish a sock), I happened to read the Sock Wars ravelry thread and stopped dead in my tracks. 

First, a little digression.  In Sock Wars, a "misfire" is considered a sock that for whatever reason is unwearable (size, knitting, whatever).  Misfires cannot kill their target and disqualify the sender.

Ok. So I learned that because my stockinette stripe fell on the inside of the leg, the socks would be considered a misfire.  Many many bad words were uttered (in private).  I waited for the decision of the Supreme Commander (whose word is law).  She said "misfire".  So, I had to rip out the almost completed foot all the way to the beginning of the heel and recount the stitches to make the stripe fall in the back of the foot.  (I ended up ripping back the heel a 2nd time due to the way the stitches fell for the instep but that was my choice).

So, now I have completed the heel and picked up the gusset stitches and am once again working my way back down the foot.  I have learned (or should I say 're-learned') that I do not like being rushed.  I don't like deadlines and having to feel that I MUST knit in order to fulfill some requirement, self imposed or otherwise.  I really wanted to spin but I would feel GUILTY, like I wasn't giving Sock Wars my best effort.  (I am heavily laden with an abundance of guilt genes).  I can't find my name on the master list of assassins/targets so maybe no one is trying to kill me?  That would be too much to hope for and I'm sure it's just a typo.

Oh, well.  Time to go to work and deal with people with real, actual problems.