the end of the second-sock curse

Yes, it's happened. I'm about a half-hour away from actually owning a pair of socks. Made by me, I mean.

This is the end of an era that produced about twelve half-finished, frequently-frogged listless balls of sock yarn, and I have found the keys to the kingdom:

1) I cannot be bothered to actually read a pattern while knitting; and
2) I cannot be bothered to knit in stockinette.

Solution? Anastasia Socks ! I frigging love this pattern! Plus, it's lacy but not so much so that I feel the work was lost in the variegation I love so much. But I did find out that I do despise short-row toes. And heels. In fact, the only thing I like about them is that I don't fear running out of yarn, and really, in the world we currently occupy, isn't that the least of my concerns?