Whose Plan Was This Anyway?

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to knit some socks.

A familiar thing to do, for a knitter.  But somewhere along the way, I started pondering the fact that 90% of the time I now wear shoes like these:

 

That means that knitting yummy hand knit socks is kind of self defeating ... either I can't wear my shoes, or I can't wear my socks.  And so I got it into my head to knit socks with toes in them.  (Yes, I know I can buy them.  I actually have several pair.  But none are nice and cozy warm.  None are pretty.

I can usually rely upon my knit-night buddies to stop me from truly crazy plans.  They failed me this time.

Luckily, a sock class with Anna Zilboorg more than a few years ago.taught me a new cast on for toes.  It involved handling four or five dpns with very few stitches on the needles, and felt a lot like finger wrestling a porcupine.  Knitting toes into socks is much like that. 

It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
And yet,

Alas, Now that I've set this challenge for myself, I seem to have put myself in that familiar place where I refuse to back down.

I blame my knit night buds for not stopping me when I started, but I'd likely blame them again for getting me to give up. 

I'll get them back though.  I've written the pattern for them, and I'll make one of them test it for me.