I feel like a heel

It's been really busy but yesterday afternoon I spent some good quality time with my socks. I had forgotten which heel I used on the first sock so the second sock may be a fraternal or identical twin. I felt sure it was a slipped stitch heel, with short rows. I found my instruction book and went for it. So excited. Even if it wasn't exactly like the first, the second would be pretty darn close.
Then, of course the inevitable other shoe (or sock) dropped.
I had been holding them together in my lap while knitting but clearly I started the heel flap way, way too soon. There's at least a quarter to a half inch difference in the leg length! Good night!

Now I must decide if I'm gonna go for perfection or let it ride. Frog the heel, or not?

But first, I have to do some minor repairs to my daughter in law's wedding dress today, alter my dress for the wedding, and my daughter's. ( I think I need to actually buy shoes; cha-ching.) We have to get some mulch for the yard and trim hedges, etc. Phone calls and emails gotta get done today, really. So much to be done that I hate the socks will just have to wait for the next quiet moment.

The wedding is Saturday and rehearsal dinner is Friday night. ( I have officially begun waking up in the middle of the night again, rehearsing all of it over and over again, mentally!)

But we had a blast last night watching fireworks in our neighborhood. Even though it's illegal in the town of Spring Hill and nearby Franklin, you'd never know it. There were more fireworks than I've seen in a very long time, and very impressive!! They lasted for hours, an incredible display of American spirit. My husband said I looked like a six year old, giddy as the little kids next door, I suppose. God bless America.