"What's this?!!"

One of my favorite phrases, so my knitter friends say... "What's this?"  Usually interpreted to mean, "I found a mistake," and not a happy surprise.
Last night I finished up my Stricken socks.  Though they've been on needles since July doesn't mean that I haven't loved the anticipation of putting them on my feet... The Berroco Ultra Alpaca and twisty lines of the pattern have been a joy to work with.  And I didn't need to use a cable needle to twist the stitches so it moved right along if there weren't other projects in the way.  

As I neared the toe of the first sock, I discovered that I was running out of yarn, so I started number two with some vague idea of finding another yarn for the toe.  When I actually ran out I found a suitable partner:  DROPS Alpaca Silk in a non-threatening shade. (By the way, the silky texture made me run for my cable needle!) THEN my fingers flew because it's SOOOO yummy soft that I wanted my toes in it immediately!
Last night, finished, put them on, my toes wriggling in Alpaca luxury, took pictures, almost wore them to bed, then I thought I would give them a little rest and pulled them off.  Just as I put them down something caught my eye... What's THIS???

 A funny little dimple above the gusset...

Dang... dropped stitch.  (It's a bit depressing to find how many times I've labeled a post "dropped stitch", isn't it?)
A minor set back. They ARE lovely though....

Pattern:  Stricken by Cookie A  from Knit. Sock. Love.

I thought... I was finished

Thursday, I was blocking my mock smock dress.  Usually our "DRY" heat in the SW makes this a short process, but we've been having T-storms every afternoon, and the humidity has been up to 60%, so I let it rest overnight.  Friday morning, I turned it over, and ... ... a dropped stitch.

Look at that little bugger, almost too far down to catch.  I guess that's the "good news".  I trapped it (thinking: "Remember when you got to the top and one of the panels had fewer stitches? And you shrugged your shoulders and decreased one less there? Stoopid.) and

took out a crochet hook...

and there it is.  I haven't yet, but in the near future I'll pull it to the back side and sew it down.  Heart palpitations just went up a bit... but it will be all right.  My mantra:  A Three-year-old doesn't stand still very long!