I have a tendency to become fixated on things. It's a major flaw; I'm working on it. Most recently, I got completely fixated and couldn't move past January without finding a way to make peace with my socks. It made me SO ANGRY that my Pointelle socks sucked SO MUCH. It was very reassuring to hear from others of you who have the same struggles and issues with sock knitting/small feet, like a little virtual support group. :-D
Still, unwilling to accept demoralization, I decided to show these socks who's boss. I ripped them back. Every last stitch. And, started some Hexengarten socks in their place. Sure, they're no Pointelle, but they have a very easily modified stitch pattern, have some similar attributes, and are pretty in that "you're the smart sister" kinda way. I knit them two at a time. I used the appropriate chart for each sock. I was knitting with extreme speed and making wonderful progress. I was making Janurary socks regret the day they ever decided to mess with me.
I cast off. I closed the toes. And I lay the socks on top of each other, feeling pretty smug and triumphant, and I saw it.
Here I stand, waving a white flag in surrender. January Socks-2, Michelle-0... they fit, at least. Better luck next month.