In all of my sock-knitting endeavors, I've succeeded in knitting one pair of socks for myself, and two pairs of socks for Bandit. I've also started in on socks for Pickle and Amy multiple times, and frogged every single attempt.
If the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, then what does this say about me?
(Pattern is Slide, by Cookie A. It doesn't look like much now, but give me another few inches and it will look awesome.)