Okay, I have no idea when I became such a perfectionist. Usually pretty good is just fine with me, but for some reason, I cannot stand to have blatant (to me) imperfections on this sock. The person I'm giving this to really wouldn't care if I had to go back after knitting it and tighten up a few holes, but I care. I looked at my heel, and could see how nice it would have been if I hadn't forgotten to slip the first stitch a couple of times, and had to frog it. Okay, third time's the charm, right?