Yup. Sometimes you're knitting merrily along thinking to yourself "Woohoo! I'm going to finish this sock by midnight, it's going so well! I'll actually make my January goal!" and all the while the sock is snickering to itself, waiting for the crushing weight of reality to set in.
This sock had me fooled. I thought it was all going to work out great. Alas.
LIES, ALL LIES!!!
What you see above looks like a finished pair of socks, but it is most definitely NOT a finished pair of socks. For Sock #2 (on the left), I decreased down to 56 stitches after the gusset, like I always do for STR MW socks, right? WRONG. Since this pattern involved so many slipped stitches and cables, its fabric was extra snug, so I had only decreased down to 60 stitches for Sock #1 (on right) but because I had done that so long ago, I forgot/didn't check my notes/embarked on a futile course of self-destruction. When I tried them on, I was able to wrestle Sock #2 onto my foot, but it was unpleasant, and if you look really closely the pattern does look more stretched on Sock #2 (a.k.a. The Lying Jerk). While part of me wants to just suck it up and deal with it, the rest of me knows that Sock #1 fit much more comfortably and I can't live with socks of different sizes. So, let the frogging commence! At least it's only half a foot I have to reknit... I just hate reknitting. But I also love great-fitting socks. So there you go.