February 19. 2006
I have just frogged my nascent Snow Sky sweater for the THIRD time. The first time was because I didn't like the little holes that appeared where I increased following instructions, just above the hemline. The second time was because I had a problem with the first couple of rows of the pattern -- that time, at least I only had to rip about 1/2 inch. This time I ripped the whole thing. I had an insoluble problem with the pattern, just after I had cried EUREKA and done several rows without having to refer to the chart...only to find I was off somewhere. argh. And once I started the unravelling, I just felt called to go the whole way. I wasn't happy with my tension. I normally have a very even stitch, but in this tiny guage I'm having trouble mastering that. I just finished casting on again and making sure I don't have a twist. I hope third time's a charm. Wait, this would be the fourth time, wouldn't it?
This morning the Jehovah's Witnesses came to my neighborhood at 9 a.m. I was busy putting a pot roast in the crock pot. When I answered the door, I had in my hand an uncorked bottle of cabernet. I didn't even think of that until hours later. I sent the Jehovah's Witnesses packing while holding a half-consumed bottle of good cabernet, still wearing my jammies. To be clear, it was I who wore the jammies, not the wine.
I hope they are praying for me (the Jehovah's Witnesses, not the jammies), and that it does something for my sweater this time around.