Tuesday night is knit night and - once again - I wasn't there. The plumbers arrived at 4:00 and didn't leave until 7:30 while noting that it would have been another forty-five minutes for the tank to heat up enough to wash my greasy hair. By the time I got to the group, it would have been time to go home.
Just in case, earlier in the day I did start a new project - the sock gone scarf. The sock was too big for me and felt funny on my feet and it fit my daughter and felt funny on her feet so... back in balls... to knit into something else. I have debated fingerless gloves with great intensity for several weeks going as far as tracing a shape, drafting a design, and figuring out stitch patterns and counts and in the end opted for mindless, sure thing, meditative knitting and left experimenting for the sewing section of the studio. This scarf is the same yarn and lace pattern as the sock with larger needles.
Perhaps it was a lack of skill but more likely the loss of patience due to two significant financial setbacks in less than a week. Either way, the (potentially gorgeous) blue cardigan is now at the bottom of the garbage can. I spent an hour reworking the top of the button bands so they were neat and even only to discover...
... that in spite of all the work done to stabilize, baste, and maintain the shape, the center front length had become somewhat distorted and the top of the ribbing didn't match side to side. At another time, I may have been able to resolve it. Yesterday, I lacked the energy to do anything more than pick it up, toss it in the trash, and determine to move on. Good. Enough. Done. Gone. Next. There are perhaps two lessons learned - beware of fabric quality and when you're aware of poor quality, quit immediately.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - that significant financial setbacks are easier to recover from when you already have a closet full of fabric