Ew.

I think I really, really hate this sock yarn. As a new name for this color scheme (which is deceptively called "Crayons" on knitpicks), I suggest "Circus Tent Upon Which a Clown Has Vomited." The sock has thrown me all out of whack today. I've been thinking about lots of Big Life Decisions lately -- most of which are lousy blog fodder -- and finding out that my exciting, fun, and kicky sock yarn is hideous has pushed me from slightly melancholy into dangerously morose. I'm having a rough enough time of dealing with the end of the Spring quarter and all the complications that go with moving a few states away; it doesn't seem fair that my yarn should morph into mustard yellow and nuclear pink overnight. I just wanted a pair of cute socks. Is that too much to ask?