Tuesday as Monday
To most of you -- well, pretty much everybody in the world who doesn't work where I do, it was Tuesday today, wasn't it? But for us, it was Monday. Tomorrow is not Wednesday. Tomorrow is Friday.
This is all meant to catch up classes that have been lost to various days off, including a bunch of Holy Days of Obligation, which are a nice sort of treat if you're working at a Catholic University -- all of a sudden, sometimes, you don't go to work, cause it's the Feast of the Assumption.
Here's what I hate (we've moved on, now); I hate picking up stitches around the neck or the armhole or the damn front band of whatever it is I'm otherwise done knitting. I know it's usually sewing things up that knitters complain about, but I don't mind that. I like the sewing, actually. But picking up stitches, I hate. I like knitting the bands once the stitches are picked up. I just hate the picking them up.
Scapa's not done. Why is it not done? It's not done because I laboriously picked up stitches around one of the armholes, and then I nicely knit up the cunning little twisted rib stitch band the pattern called for, and then after I started casting off I discovered that the damn thing was ruffling. I had picked up the number of stitches called for in the pattern, rather than picking up the number that would actually fit the armhole. Big mistake. Could only be fixed by a) steam pressing and clapping the band, and making it look Really Strange, or b) starting over.
So I ripped it out, and now I'll start it again.
I'm always telling beginners. You'll be ripping stuff out and doing it over forever. I've been knitting for over 40 years. I'm pretty good at this.
But last night I was just plain idiotic.
This is all meant to catch up classes that have been lost to various days off, including a bunch of Holy Days of Obligation, which are a nice sort of treat if you're working at a Catholic University -- all of a sudden, sometimes, you don't go to work, cause it's the Feast of the Assumption.
Here's what I hate (we've moved on, now); I hate picking up stitches around the neck or the armhole or the damn front band of whatever it is I'm otherwise done knitting. I know it's usually sewing things up that knitters complain about, but I don't mind that. I like the sewing, actually. But picking up stitches, I hate. I like knitting the bands once the stitches are picked up. I just hate the picking them up.
Scapa's not done. Why is it not done? It's not done because I laboriously picked up stitches around one of the armholes, and then I nicely knit up the cunning little twisted rib stitch band the pattern called for, and then after I started casting off I discovered that the damn thing was ruffling. I had picked up the number of stitches called for in the pattern, rather than picking up the number that would actually fit the armhole. Big mistake. Could only be fixed by a) steam pressing and clapping the band, and making it look Really Strange, or b) starting over.
So I ripped it out, and now I'll start it again.
I'm always telling beginners. You'll be ripping stuff out and doing it over forever. I've been knitting for over 40 years. I'm pretty good at this.
But last night I was just plain idiotic.
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