The water is as high as a bassets belly around here, to say I am tired of the rain would be an understatement. This is the second weekend in a row that has been a total wash out. And even if it weren’t raining the ground is so saturated you can’t work in the yard without sinking up to her ankles. I suppose you could say it is a good weekend to stay in and get caught up on those knitting projects, or that painting project, or any of the fifty other things that I really should be doing around the house, but I want it to be warm and sunny, and to be able to wear shoes that are not water proof! Back to the subject of knitting…
Do not underestimate the power of yarn to avenge itself for being neglected. It you are going to go to the trouble to remove it from your stash forcing it to leave friends behind, unwind it and then leave it. It will get even with you, trust me.
Case in point, my poor neglected barn jacket. While I eagerly knitted socks for dear friends wanting to get them in the mail as soon as possible, I locked the blocked pieces still on the blocking table in a room that gets little visitation during the week and only occasionally on the weekend. The pieces still on the needles were lovely placed in my project bag next to my knitting chair only to have balls of sock yarn tossed in on top of it. I can assure you dear reader, this is a prescription for disaster, if ever one existed.
After all the socks, I wanted to mail to family and friends I returned Sunday evening to the barn jacket.
Now at this point before you begin to ask herself how a silly ball of yarn do anything but lay there, and you think I have started to imagine things, let me explain. I have noted here previously that the left front panel and I were having out troubles, it refused to bend to my will and match the right side or the back, despite my frogging it twice and insisting it match. I frogged it again Sunday and knitted twelve inches, up to the point of starting to shape the arm holes, not wanting to force the issue I stopped there for the night, with the promise of returning Monday evening after dinner. Now I can understand how the left front panel would be skeptical at this point. I have made many broken promises to it by now. But Monday evening I did return and began reading the instructions, - let me just say at this point dear writers of instructions around the world, if you have two front panels and you write instructions for say the left front panel of something, and then for the right panel, don't just say “repeat as for left side” because if you repeat as for left, I will have two lefts. I am already fighting defiant yarn and now I have to think in my head about doing the opposite of what the instructions so that I have the decreases at the correct end, just a little constructive criticism – so as I sat down to knit Monday night and looked at the instructions for the left front panel, the yarn released this mysterious fume and I read the instructions and thought to myself I've already knit the left side, so I starting thinking in opposite terms and knit myself a perfect right panel. Yes! I got the right length, gauge, decreases in the right place. I took it to the blocking board and realized I know have two right front panels. What? How could this happen. I thought I heard the faintest whisper of laughter. But, I got the best of the yarn, because I then realized I have misinterpreted the instructions the first time I knitted that nearly perfect right front panel. So now I have a perfect right front panel and tonight I will frog the imperfect right front panel back to there the armhole shaping begins and correct the little mistake and I will then have a wonderfully perfect left front panel, again. There take that you scallywag yarn! I will be victorious!
I am also working on a pair of socks, (I’m sure you knew that, right) and we braved the depressing weather to go to the mall and the bookstore, so that hubby could try to find a gift for a friend’s birthday. I not being in the shopping mood after the (insert any number here) store, found a comfy chair in the bookstore and began working on the sock. Sock and I were very happy together in that chair, when we heard a voice that sounded like it was talking to us, I looked up and there was a lady taking the chair next to me. She smiled and in a lovely German accent asked if I was from Europe. I smiled, said no, I was from Virginia. She looked at me surprised and smiled again and said she thought I must be from Europe because she had never seen an American knitting a sock before! We both laughed and began a wonderful conversation about knitting and other crafts and we both made a new friend. But quietly to myself I was still laughing a little thinking of all my American friends who knit socks. The whole conversation was worth the trip to the mall for me!
Happy Knitting. Please friends don't let friends neglect their knitting.