The entire heel of my Madeline Tosh 'logwood' socks emerged from the machine- well, actually, it didn't emerge at all. It was simply gone. I am normally never at a loss for words, especially colorfully combined curse words, but this sight rendered me speechless. All I could manage was a half-cry half-cough "ga-huh". I can still feel the visceral pinch behind my belly button. I reverently set the wounded sock on the dryer and backed slowly out of the room.
the Lady to the rescue! Her timely post on the darning of a well loved pair gave me hope. I picked a row of stitches on the sole, then another at the bottom of the heel flap. I turned a new heel with leftover yarn, knit two extras rows so I could pick up stitches at the sides, then closed the hole with Kitchener stitch. The heel turned out lovely if a little lumpy and it can withstand a good tug. All is right in the world again, at least for today.