Last night was supposed to be knit night at my local yarn shoppe, but since most of my fellow group members don't like to get out when it's rainy, snowy or very cold, it was kinda cancelled. I had decided that even though it wasn't an official gathering or even a gathering at all, as that implies more than one person, that I'd stage my own knit night at home. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.
I don't know if I admitted this or not, but it's time for true confessions here at Write On. I have completed one Jaywalker sock and even though I have mighty calves and it's a bit snug, I still like it.
And not wanting to suffer from Second Sock Syndrome, I decided to start to work on the second one immediately. It went charmingly until I started the gusset decreases. For some reason I could not remember (even though I had jotted down notes) how I interpreted the patterns version of decreasing, slipping and such. I had worried that this might happen, hence the notes, but I thought I was moving along swimmingly and when I compared, they just didn't look the same. After much consideration and some calculating, I decided just to rip back a bit. Problem with ripping back: I sometimes get a little lost in where I am and whether or not I got everything back on the needles as intended. So, I got frustrated and just ripped the whole thing out. It actually felt pretty good.
Like a good little knitter, I started again and was so proud of myself. That was until I saw that I had split the yarn in a very noticeable spot and I decided to try to correct it. Ugh, that failed. I had gotten pretty good about being able to fix mistakes, but this was another story. Following my pattern of illogical behavior, I ripped it out again, vowing to at least cast-on and get the ribbing started before bed. And that I did.
Lessons learned from my Monday evening:
-Take better notes, pay attention to the notes.
-Never knit while tired or already frustrated or on the day before the contractor is coming to your house and you are distracted.
-Sometimes it's better just to start anew; let go of the mistakes.
-Frozen pot pies are not the same as you remember them as a kid: they are gross, no matter how much you thought you loved the crust.
-When you call to try to make amends with someone and they aren't receptive, don't beat yourself up over it, you really did try.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Rainy Mondays don't necessarily make for good knitting and other lessons learned
So sayeth Ragged Around the Edges at Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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5 comments:
You have done your part; the ball is now in her court. If she wants to continue to pout and not be an adult - oh well.
We need to start some kind of Second Sock Syndrome Support Society (SSSSS). This is why I do them two at a time. I MUST remember that.
You are so right about pot pies! :)
Noooooooo, pot pies are great!
And I like the "mighty calves" bit; I generally describe my legs as "sturdy." Now, I'm afraid I can't resist making the over-the-knee socks from Handknit Holidays, and I just know it will end in tears.
hey ragged,
I'd love a CD. My email is lostgroovecreek@hotmail.com.
See ya!
PS. I still love pot pies. Just make sure they are all the way cooked.
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