Complicated knitting, Sherlock Holmes and The Man do not mix
While touring Scotland on the bus, I'd started a complicated 5 row scarf pattern that I decided I'd pick up again last night. I write out the row directions on single index cards so I just flip as I'm done with a row. Which has worked out quite nicely over the years except for the one rare occasion when I forgot to flip to the next card before putting it away. Several weeks ago, I was quite engrossed in whatever movie was on and knit up 5 more rows only to look down and discover beautiful stitch pattern had gone wonky.
Which at that point, I did what the only sane thing I could do. Project, cards and whatnot's were shoved back into the ziplock bag from whence they had come for me to stick my head into the sand and hope next time I pulled it out it wasn't as bad as it looked. I moved on to Mr. McHottie Carpenter's Baby Blanket at that point. Which I might add I finished it yesterday at a new City of Decatur wine bar, Tasting a Wine Experience while waiting for The Man to finish shopping at Decatur CD. Now just have to seam up two sides together and it is giftable.
Last night I decided to shake the sand out of my ears and be a brave girl. Being a brave girl entailed looking at the damage for about 10 minutes and hearing Nell in her mom voice "pull out the needle, rip it back and pick up the stitches" several times in progressing stern tones. Which I finally did and it was fine but think I got a gray hair from it all. Began to knit while watching Sherlock Holmes on PBS which is where The Man entered the picture. He kept commenting on the show and asking me questions.
Then there was the row with an extra stitch. Looked at the work from near & afar all seemed well so I thought "what the heck I'll just K2tog and all will be well." Yes, yes, yes, I know what you are all saying right now and that is exactly what my little voice said to but I chose to plunder on. Imagine my lack of surprise at the next row when I was one stitch short.
Began the unknitting process from there but finally gave up since I would need a jury of my knitting peers at my murder trial of The Man. He doesn't quite get unknitting complicated knitting equals not talking to me. In fact I was asked "why are you so grumpy all of sudden?".
On a completely different sane note, at dusk last night the light was this amazing golden orange hue so the three of us trooped out to enjoy the few minutes of it in the garden. Someone needed some Mom time.




























