Mr. Camera Fixer says it's the focusing gear that's broken. He also says, "Cross my palm with silver," and "It will take a week . . . or two."
So it's just my sparkling prose I have to offer.
Around here, things are just the same as ever. I was almost done, done, I tell you, with the first sleeve for "Cabaret." I was chortling to myself. I actually had thoughts like "Sweater Island isn't so bad; I'll be able to wear this in no time!" I was so cocky that I dated the start of the sleeves, hoping for an impressive "to finish" date. For me, it's the knitting equivalent of wearing a pointy copper hat in an electrical storm and mocking the weather gods.
Up I went, all the way to the final weird shoulder shaping on the sleeve, and didn't have the right number of stitches, although I had the right number of increases and decreases. I've even been checking everything off on that piece of paper with the date. So, back to the pattern I went. [The pattern was taking a vacation in Thing 1's room. This explains why I sent out a frantic email asking if anyone had a copy of the Summer '94 IK. This also explains why I've been spending some quality cleaning time in Thing 1's room, right along with her. We found a few books we'd been reading aloud too. And the lasagne pan. The mind boggles.]
The pattern contained a little line before the cunning raglan decreases: "At the start of next 2 rows, bind off 3 stitches."
Oh.
Well, most of the raglan decreases were done at the dentist's yesterday and I have the final cap on my tooth. I guess it won't hurt much to redo it under different circumstances.
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I'm glad you found your pattern and were able to find out why you had the wrong number of stitches. Hopefully you'll get it fixed up in no time flat.
oh, no... I know that feeling of skipping part of one row of a pattern. I hate patterns. (that's why I'm digging MDK so much...not patterns as much as idea-starters!)
Glad your tooth is done! I hate the dentist more than I hate having to frog...
But wasn't it so nice to FIND the problem? It's not being able to figure it out that drives me mad.
Can't wait to see!
Oh dear. That's the kind of thing that would make me stop talking to the sweater, and it would be put away until it was ready to apologize. See, you're already on the path to forgiveness. Saintly.
Ugh. That's when I throw it in the corner for a few days until after the urge to rip the whole thing out passes. Saintly is right.
Gah! I hate those little lines that hide away and mean so much.
I'm laughing at the items hidden in Thing 1s room. I dread to think what's lurking in mine.
Oh, I hate when that happens! On the baby sweater I finished recently, I was knitting BOTH sleeves at once, and somehow interpreted "Knit until sleeve is 4 inches" as "Knit until sleeve is 2 inches" (yes, I have no idea how), and continued to decrease merrily before thinking they seemed awfully short...
I might be tempted to try and fudge it so as to avoid frogging, but good luck either way!
Oh, and scratching my head over the lasagna pan in Thing 1's room. Between that and Thing 4's game, it sounds like you have a real pasta fetish going on over there :)
Oh no! At least you caught it.
I hope your camera feels better soon!
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