Yesterday, the bawk was fine. I was joking that it might have looked alarmed. However, it probably should have looked alarmed, because look what happened to it between then and now. The second repeat, at the top, bears little resemblance to the first repeat. It will all have to be frogged.
Sigh. I came home last night after class and knitted while reading Pompeii, without looking at the pattern — and I suppose without looking at the first repeat, either. This morning I sat and knitted while waiting for the cable guy, and did not notice how wrong it was. Then I had rehearsal after work and knitted some more, continuing with the error. What was wrong with me? I do not know. But I definitely lost a day on this bawk. I may still be able to finish it this week, as I had planned. But right now I have to pull out several inches. Sigh.
Did I tell you my horrible story about my hot wattle botter?
It’s a fish shaped one which is ok until the morning when it’s cold. It’s cold and shaped like a fish and I flipped out the first time I felt it at the bottom of my bed in the morning, because I live in a dorm with boys and it could very well have been a real and dead fish being cold and fishy and underwater-y in my bed clothes.
Sigh. The trauma of being me.
Yuck. I hate it when that happens. I just learned how to cable and am including my saxon braid in my sweater (also a first)…and I totally screwed up because I wasn’t paying attention. I, too, had to undo several inches. And then I freaked out because I would have to rehook the stitches onto the needle…and it’s a freaking cable pattern! Ahhhhhh the agonies!
You can tell winter is approaching when you start drooling over different yarns and want a million projects going at once…patience, Tiffy, patience…one thing at a time…this is my new mantra in my head.
So how mant bawks have you made so far? When I have to crochet or weave the same thing over and over I have found that by the time I get to the last one I: 1) don’t want to do that pattern ever again; and 2) can do the pattern in my sleep and usually am trying to in my dreams. That’s my clue to stop. 😉 I do envy your ability to do cables. They scare me. I love the way they look but the thought of trying to knit them gives me unpleasant chills.
My own hotwater bottle story would have been more interesting if I had a bawk at the time. We were using the bottle every night for Confetti to snuggle on while she slept. She was only three weeks old then. I can just picture her as a baby snuggle up against a fuzzy, warm bawk. I bet she would have become permannetly conditioned to believe all my yarn was hers. 😉