Today is Tuesday, March 28, 2006.
I have learned some useful things from my knitting in the past week. They are as follows:
1. It is not practical to use small rubber bands as stitch markers. They stretch and they creep. This causes you to think you are ending a round when really you are a few stitches into the beginning of the next round. Creeping stitch markers result in motif creep, which makes a Fair Isle sweater look more like an ink blot test.
2. Ripping back is vastly improved by the superimposition of a strong pair of glasses over one's regular prescription contact lenses. I discovered this yesterday while repairing several inches of motif creep. My husband got tired of hearing me complain that I couldn't see what the hell I was doing, and he brought me his glasses. I put them on. Looking up, vertigo ensued. Looking down at my knitting, that small world reared up into sharp focus. I crowed: I am in control of my knitting! My knitting is not in control of me!
3. Ripping back is more traumatic for a knitter's small children than for the knitter herself. As proof, I submit the following exerpt from real life:
Nicholas, age 7: "Mom! What are you doing to your sweater?"
Me: "I'm ripping it back a couple inches to fix the pattern."
Will, age 10, suddenly alert even while playing Runescape seemingly oblivious to all around him: "Noooooooo! Don't do it! I can't stand it!" (falls to the floor and covers his eyes).
Nick: "Will, it's no use. She's already doing it. We can't do anything to stop her."
This is an actual conversation, I did not make it up.
4. I am completely and utterly addicted to Fair Isle knitting, and I am plotting a summer of knitting Fair Isle hats, mittens, and socks. It swelters here in summer; knitting a full-on sweater in 105 degrees does not strike me as do-able, whereas knitting small items might be.
5. The two non-Fair Isle projects that I have going on -- a bulky yoke sweater for my stepdaughter, and a VERY bulky bag that I'm going to felt -- lie neglected in the bag I carry to work every day. Night Snow stays home. I hate my job (have I mentioned that?) and do not want it to taint Night Snow. But I ought to find half an hour here or there to work on these other poor neglected projects, so simple that work can't touch them.
6. I should not cook my husband's favorite dinner on a night when he is working on the boat he's building with a friend. Dinner was ready 45 minutes ago. The husband is not in evidence. This is not a knitting lesson, but a life lesson pondered while knitting in the absence of the husband and during the ruination of the dinner.
I have no picture update due to the above ripping out, which effectively returned me to the stage where I was when I last posted a picture. I am thinking about photographing the non-public side of the sweater, because I think it's so tidy looking. But right now the camera battery is charging. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.