surprises

My second Soft Serve sock is turning out to be a fraternal twin of the first sock. No surprise there. But as I prepared the photo for this blog post I noticed a jog in the pattern across the instep of the second sock. That's odd, I thought. Then I looked more carefully at the sock. Surprise! I did mess up and I'm going to have to rip back an inch or so to fix it. Grrrrr.

There's another surprise I've been working on over the last few weeks - a surprise Caribbean trip for Gavin's birthday in November. I just about pulled it off too. The resort package was selected, the flights and hotel were booked and I'd arranged for time off. Everything was going according to plan. Until I came out of the shower to find Gavin on the phone with the travel agency insisting we hadn't booked any trip. I took the phone, confirmed our advance seat selections and 'fessed up to Gavin, ruining the surprise. Drat.

It feels a bit like bad luck, but it's hard to take it all very seriously. After all, it's not so bad to notice a mistake a few rows back - it'd be much worse if the sock was nearly done. And it's not so bad that Gavin knows about the trip - I was busting to tell him anyway.