03.27.09
Gotta love a man who cooks
It’s wonderful having a husband who can cook. We trade off on who’s got kitchen duty, and as I write this post, I can hear him working in the kitchen, frying fish and eggplant. Fried eggplant is one of my favorite things in the world! (Bet you can tell that I’m from New Orleans – we’re having two deep-fried foods in the same meal, and I’m not hyperventilating about it!)
Last night, I brought my Modern Quilt Wrap to work on at my weekly knitting group. It’s fairly easy, but does require counting rows to change colors at the right time.
When I got there, I was just about to change colors, so I cut the old color, joined the new color, and knitted five rows before realizing I left out two decreases. Ripped back and re-knitted the five rows with the decreases this time.
Then I realized that I changed colors too soon – should have worked more rows in the old color before changing colors. To some people, this wouldn’t matter, but I can be a tad obsessive about my knitting, so I ripped it back again.
Joined a new strand of the old color and knitted the missing row, then cut it again, added new color, and knitted the same five rows for the third time.
But something just didn’t look right. That’s when I realized that I should have added three more rows in the old color, not one.
Ripped back the five rows again, ripped back the newly-added single row of the old color, joined a new strand of the old color and knitted the three missing rows. Double-checked the pattern carefully, stitch count was correct, row count was correct, all is good.
Joined the new color, knitted the five rows for the fourth time, but who’s counting?
Then I looked even more closely at the pattern, and discovered that while I am knitting with color “I”, I should actually be using color “H”.
Yep, I joined the wrong color. FIVE times.
Now in theory, this shouldn’t matter – in a wrap of many colors, it wouldn’t be apparent if one color were out of place, but my slight obsessiveness kicked in again. So I ripped back one last time, joined the correct new color, and knitted the five rows for the sixth time.
Knit, frog, knit, rip, arrgh…
Sue
