It's not you, it's me, really.
Well, sad to say, the Jaywalker socks are history. It was all too much for me: too many stitches per inch, bad juju yarn choice, the pointy needles, the Mr. Magoo like myopia. I had to frog and frog and frog, and then hide the yarn in the stash chest and loose two of the needles under the couch. It was a bad breakup.
Once these socks were exorcised from my life, we went for a walk at The Cloisters to clear our heads.