Eek! A steek!

Frogging was going so well and the weather was so nice. I had just finished the black/fuschia sweater outside where the fibers wouldn't bother anyone. Now, all I have to do is skein, wash and dry the yarn. Sunshine is good for all that, too.

I was having such a good time, I decided to frog another sweater that someone had given me for rug hooking. The knitting was actually too heavy to be fulled for hooking. But the sweater was a beautiful Fair Isle yoke design in blues on an off-white body that I thought would make lovely soakers for the babies. The yarn was a lovely soft shetland wool. Perfect.

I stated to take it apart and was horrified to find that this sweater had been done in a very traditional way for this style of knitting. It had been steeked. There were no intact edges anywhere and each row would just come off as a single piece of yarn. Now, I have spent time in the past carefully knotting each piece as I knit. But, I guess I'm too old now and have way too much stash to fuss with it no matter how perfect it could be. Since I hadn't destroyed the sweater, it could be recycled in another way. So be it.

I am mourning the loss, though.

Practise...

...makes perfect. Well, as close to perfect as I ever get. Yesterday afternoon, I was knitting happily on the Angora Triangles sweater. I was even happy knitting angora in the heat. And I was looking forward to being finished the body of the pullover and getting started on the sleeves. As I reviewed how I would be picking up the stitches, I took a very close look at the photo illustration. The construction on this is very different from anything I've ever made. I was going to say weird but that's just too judgmental.

Anyway, I was peering at the photo trying to figure out how the words went with the picture. And then I saw it...the fundamental error I had made halfway through the front. Oh, rats! Sometimes a picture is worth so much more than a 1000 words. Rippit, rippit, rippit.

It's a good thing I was having a really peaceful day. I was either reading, knitting or hooking on the rug that seems to be taking forever. Maybe a bit less focus on that reading stuff. Pictured is the view that contributed to my serenity while I read or hooked ...

It really was a special day. Even us retired folks benefit from a day when there is no place that needs our presence.

Foliage Hat

I can't believe how many people have knit this hat. It is a great pattern. My only complaint is that every time I pull it down over my ears it slides off again. Either I have low-slung ears or my head's too big. Yeah That's it...big head.

So, instead of moaning about it, I have some yarn left and I will just add on to the ribbing. Lucky for me the hat was knit from the top down. I hate frogging a cast-on edge.