I was literally in tears the other day. Over a sock.
I mentioned in a previous post that I was learning to knit socks. My mom helped me get started when she was here for the wedding, but I was able to do most of the ribbing, heel flap, heel turn, and the beginning of the gusset all by myself. (With a little help from You-Tube.)
I was so pleased with how things were turning out. It was like magic.
But I made a mistake and ended up with a small hole. I debated about what to do, and thought maybe I would just darn it up after I was done. But it was bugging me. I should have listened to that little voice telling me I was headed for even bigger problems.
|I've now ripped it down past the lowest needle here.|
Fixing knitting mistakes is no picnic. I ended up unravelling literally hours of work, after attempting several times to pick up stitches with no success.
I really am thinking I should just rip the whole thing out. I've discovered a couple dropped stitches back toward the beginning of my work. Really?
This sock will not defeat me.
In happier news, I am on the pumpkin bandwagon with everyone else these days.
Happy Fall! Best time of year.