In the interest of full disclosure: my first sock turned out big enough to fit Finn McCool, or so my parents like to keep reminding me. I had left it on my dining room table. My parents stopped by while I was out and, of course, called me later to tease me about the size. Once I finish the second one, I will go back to rip this one out and try it again. And, yes, I know it looks like a Fuzzy Feet slipper.
