Getting lost on the Great Ocean Road
Despite the fact that the pattern called for 100g of wool and I had 120g, and despite the fact that I'd made the decision to shorten the socks by three pattern repeats because I wanted to wear them with jeans, and despite the fact that I was indeed knitting perfectly to gauge (and yes, I only checked retrospectively, but it's spot on, because it always is), I inexplicably ran out of yarn about 2cm before the toe of the second of the Great Ocean Road socks. Fortunately, there was a fix, in that the first sock was rather too long because I have feet like ducks' and the pattern repeat had meant that it wasn't easy to shorten at the point that I realised that. So, I ripped back the second sock, shortened it by a pattern repeat, and redid the toe. And now I've ripped back the first sock and will reknit its toe. Ripping back lace - not impossible, but less than fun. I think this counts as being stuck in Geelong. I bet this didn't happen to Elizabethan hose knitters - and I'm sure their guilds made sure they were paid extra if it did.