a tale of 16 stitches

I have finished the sock I started on Friday afternoon immediately after I vowed not to start a sock. I would like to make the following Note To Self:

Dear Self,

Should the occasion ever arise that you (Self) are finishing the second of the lacy purple socks -- please note that I make no assumptions with regard to the likelihood of this event -- you are to graft 16 toe stitches. No, not 8, not 12, not some combination thereof as in the pair that preceded this one. 16. No more, no less.

Thanking you in advance,
Self

The 16 stitches thing was kind of an accident. It was one of those fortuitous accidents, actually, that make you go, "Hmm, maybe I should just leave it this way and see how it looks." Because in this case I think it looks pretty good. I have rather squarish toes and have never liked the look of a toe with only 8 stitches kitchenered. 12 is a little better and that's what I was aiming for this time, but apparently my left brain had gone out for walkies. In any case I'm happy with the shape of the toe.

I will aim to post a picture when I've finished the other one (she promised, a trifle optimistically).