However... I made the Ultimate Mistake. I didn't look at the pattern before I bought it. I didn't read the pattern through before I started it. I admit it was strange - charted like no pattern I'd ever seen, but hey - I was doing okay with it. Until page 4. After having worked the last row of the chart on page 3, I turned to page 4. I let out a shriek that could be heard up and down all 50-something miles of that lake! Page 3 ended with a wrong-side row. Page 4 started with a wrong-side row. All was not well. It took me about 30 minutes to figure it out, but I finally figured out that the wrong side row charts had to be blended to create the row. Except that there was no way to figure out just how they should have been blended. So I reverse-engineered the thing from the cover photograph. This meant, however, that I had to rip out the row I had just knit and do it over.
And that was just the beginning. It's been over a month with every page and every chart a challenge, but I finally finished it Sunday evening. And it is gorgeous! It's big and warm and smells wonderful and is beautiful and I love it! It's worth all the agony.
And it's been a learning experience. I think it's made me a better knitter and taught me that I know far more about knitting than I ever thought I did.
|A Sadder But Wiser Knitter - and her shawl|
Update on the Sabina Shawl
|Sabina Shawl after wet-finishing|
New Techniques and the Rigid-Heddle Loom
|The Mitered Keyhole Scarf on the Loom|
It's good to get the rigid-heddle loom out again. I had a failure on it - trying to weave log cabin dishtowels on double heddles in CotLin. Sadly, CotLin sticks together and gave me fits trying to get a clean shed. I'm going to try again in bamboo.
|A Valentine's Day Card (cover)|
But more important, it said what I wanted to say to George.
|Two pages of the Valentine's Book|
Be like the bird that, pausing in her flightWe're trying to remember this poem... as we recover from us both being laid off from our jobs this morning. Interesting times, indeed.
awhile on boughs too slight
feels them give way beneath her and yet sings
knowing that she hath wings