Apparently I’ve forgotten how to knit.
I was designing this aran, mm-kay? Not that hard. I figgered out the motifs I wanted, and swatched them, measured, did the math (I love the math). Cast on for the 244 stitches I needed, joined, knit the ribbed band. All of it. Lots of ribbing.
Then I realized in my notes I’d added a motif, which was going to make the sweater a good three inches bigger around than I’d wanted it. As it’s going to be for a small person, those inches mattered. If it was for me, I’d just have accepted a bigger sweater. With a misplaced, odd-man-out motif under the armpit. Whatever.
But I ripped it out.
Cast on the correct number, 232. Ribbed it all. Lots of ribbing. Lots of boring ribbing. Decided to count one last time — don’t know why I did this, but I did. I was TWENTY stitches over. I had been knitting 252 stitches the whole time. And I’d counted twice!
I ripped it out.
Cast on again. Counted my stitches approximately one gajillion times. Did the ribbing. Lots of ribbing. Almost done, I smoothed it to admire it.
A MOBIUS STRIP.
I’ve never done that in all my knitting life.
I threw it into the corner of my knitting bag and we’re not speaking. Stupid complicated 2X2 ribbing.
But I’ve been working on the wedding dress. I’ve forgotten to install decrease rows three times now. And on this decrease row that I’m on, I’ve forgotten twice to do so when I’m supposed to. So I’m taking a break from tinking to write this.
I’m a knit-moron lately, and I don’t know why. Humbling, really. I’d make a sock, but it probably wouldn’t fit anyone I know. Or anyone human.
(Thanks for laughing at my post yesterday. That felt great. Happy weekend!)
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