It is one of those two steps forward and one step back weeks. I found myself suffering from a severe case of stash guilt this summer and, after a good dig through, found five skeins of Patons Lace that I had bought in a six pack a few years (okay, a lot of years) ago. Kind of sounds like a really buff person or buying beer, doesn’t it?
Alright, what now? Oh, oh, oh, how about knitting a lace cardigan and make it all in one, just need to add the sleeves style. I should make it in a simple lace pattern so that it is interesting but doesn’t need too much attention because that makes the work go faster. So with great enthusiasm as is the case with all of my project ideas, I started. Of course I was immediately bored. This poor project has been languishing in my work bag, brought out once a week or so to have a few rows added and then shoved back into the dark.
I have stash guilt so why not project guilt? I decided this week that this really will be a pretty cardigan, both light and warm, that should be finished and soon. Yesterday, managing five, count ‘em, five rows, I laid my work down and what stared up at me? The knit in buttonholes are all in the right place except one and that one is below a correct buttonhole and thirteen rows back.
I did the mature thing right away and threw it on the floor. It lay there looking all pitiful and wounded until my project guilt poked me and made me pick it up. Not wanted to deal with it, I right away ignored the mistake and knit two more rows thinking, I suppose, that the out of place buttonhole wouldn’t show if there was more work above it. I was so very wrong.
My dilemma now is, do I rip out all of the work; all of that painful boring lace knitting down the drain and with a fuzzy yarn making the tear back so painful or do I pretend I never saw it? There is a third option, of course. I could just unknit the band stitches and reknit them correctly. If it doesn’t work out though, I will have to rip back fifteen rows.
I am going to attempt the band only stitches repair this weekend. Wish me luck and if you a horrifying, nerve shattering scream sometime on Sunday, it is not an early Haunted House gearing up but rather me, venting while I condemn my pretty lace cardigan to a plastic bag in the back of the closet. If it does work out, I will post photos for you.
I couldn’t wait for the weekend. I ripped these stitches out at work (lucky me, I get to craft at work) and, having only a crochet hook as an extra tool, I tried to fix it. Too much frustration was happening so I waited for home and a couple of DPN’s. Here is the ripped out stitches and I will post the correction photos later.
