having things laying around unfinished, but I don’t think I’m one of them. Until very recently I would slog through a 300-page book I didn’t like. Realizing I could put it down was a revelation, but actually putting it down? That my friends, takes skill. Do you remember when you learned about frogging? I’m not just talking about ripping back a few rows (or 50) to fix a mistake, which is never fun but worth for the right project. I’m talking about a full-on stop your project and rip it, rip it all the way back to your original ball of yarn. Something most knitters love is the marvel of creating something from nothing. Ball of yarn + time = scarf! Yay! So when I first read about someone getting through half a sweater and realizing that no, this yarn must not be this sweater, it astonished me that she frogged it. The. Whole. Thing. I was perplexed. All that time and energy gone! And instead of staring at a WIP, you’re staring at … yarn. How depressing. After 1.5 years of knitting (!) I have finally come to the project that I have to frog. It’s those darn socks! (Sorry, I couldn’t resist the pun.) Despite all of your kind advice I can’t get the laddering to stop when I purl, and I think maybe I just don’t like knitting socks. I have to pull so tight on the yarn and knit around tiny double-pointed needles. I’m not into that. So for the past few months I’ve been uninspired to knit. Well, uninspired to knit those socks anyway. Don’t get me wrong. I am in the middle of a little project for Lydia, my favorite six-month-old, but that project with its gorgeous yarn just sits there, staring at me. It got to the point where I hid it in a closet. The other day I realized it had been months since I knitted even a stitch on it. I’m feeling guilty, like I’m cheating on the sock with my cardigan. This is serving no one. I have to let go. It’s like a book I never want to finish. It ruins the whole fun of knitting for me. So I’d like you to (virtually) join me as I frog for the first time a half of a sock. I know it’s not half of a sweater (thank goodness!) but still, I’m a little teary about the whole thing. Half sock + very little energy = ball of yarn. Wait. That’s not right. More like … Half sock + very little energy = BALL OF YARN!!! Suddenly there are a world of possibilities out there. (I’m pretty sure I just lost an hour on Ravelry.) For joy! Maybe I’ll try socks again. Or wrist warmers? Or, to get away from the whole DPN thing perhaps a cowl. I’m giddy with glee! I get it. Frogging isn’t always the worst thing in the world. In fact, it can be super liberating. More liberating than leaving a book unfinished because when you re-open that book it’s still the same chapters and words. With a ball of yarn, the world is at your fingertips. Have you ever frogged anything? Was it worth it? Did it break your heart? Were you happy to see it go? Tell us about it in the comments.