Drumroll, please.

You knit with a new (to you) sock yarn. You knit with a new (to you) pattern. As the sock progresses, you start to wonder if you have enough yarn to complete both socks. You knit and knit, and the ball of yarn gets smaller and smaller. Your wonder turns to worry. Your worry turns to downright anxiety. Finally you finish the first sock. You do not weave the toe stitches, certain that you will be frogging the whole *&^$#)* sock, anyway. To humor the knitting goddesses, you drag out your yarn scale.

The finished sock (with two dpns) weighs 56 grams.


How many grams was the original skein? 100 grams? Where is that freakin' ball band? Who knows. If it was 100 grams, you're most likely screwed. With trembling hands and a fluttering heart, you gently place the remaining yarn on the scale.

Yay! 63 grams! Plenty of yarn left for another sock. You celebrate by.... cutting the grass? pulling weeds? doing laundry? NO WAY. You cast on that second sock right away. What better way to relieve knitting-induced stress than by, you guessed it, knitting!