When I did park myself on the couch to knit last night, I was marveling at how delightful it was to knit little hearts on a gray background. So pretty! What a fun project! The hard cast on was behind me, and glorious stranded knitting stretched out in front of me like a gorgeous field of wildflowers. This project was so great that I thought of it in terms of similes.
As I spread it out to admire my progress on the third row of hearts, I noticed something.
A weird bunching.
A weird bunching that didn't go away as I tried to smooth it out.
I had twisted the stitches when I joined to knit in the round. I had knit the thing into a mobius strip.
I spent a few minutes trying to think of a way to fix it without doing what I knew I needed to do to fix it. Then I took a deep breath, pulled out the needles and started frogging.
In good news, I did much better with the provisional cast on this time. GLASS HALF FULL.
*That's a line from The Last 5 Years by Jason Robert Brown. The character is talking about staying faithful to his wife, but he could be singing about knitting. The sentiment is the same.
**I certainly tried.
- It's too pretty to go to yoga. (yoga is 75 minutes, not 75 days)
- I need to go home and walk the dog. (Andrew did that)
- I need to knit. (It is a fact that I need to work out more than I need to knit)
- There's a plant in the car and it might get stressed with heat. (It's 60 degrees and the plant is a Japanese anemone. It'll be alive even after the war comes: Japanese anemone, chives, and termites will freely roam the scorched earth. Yes, in my head the plants are able to walk. Just go with it.)