I'm not superstitious. Really, I'm not. But this yarn is trying my patience and making me question what I thought I knew to be true about the properties of wool.
I tried and tried and tried and tried and tried to make this yarn into a stole. I blamed the needle. I blamed the yarn. I blamed the pattern. I blamed myself.
A friend helped me find a different pattern. Beautiful, reversible, and cabled. Sound familiar? It looked similar to the Jeanie, but there were no #$&%(_ knitting through the back loop and no *(#_%^ dropped stitches. This would be better.
Before I go any further, let me just say: I'm a good knitter.
It is also true that I don't always read the pattern as carefully as I should. Several rows into this new stole, I realized I hadn't been knitting the first four and last four stitches of the row correctly. No problem. I would spread it out on the conference room table at lunch, tackle it with a cool head, steely determination, and a crochet hook.
I guess I'll cast on again tonight.