So, there was a little more to the Lochness Mitts story than I might have first revealed. I knit the second mitt and was almost finished before I realized I’d done something really funky with the cabling very near the beginning. So funky that I started to wonder if I was getting enough water in the dry mountain air. I got some more water and stared at the mitt for a good thirty minutes analyzing my options before deciding to take a picture and then rip back to the ribbing. Instead of a lovely perfect line of interlinked rings, there was a complete perfectly round circle in the middle of a smooth interlinked chain. Think of the olympic rings if one of them was not interlocked, but was just kind of floating up against the others. In the end, all I could do was quietly watch the x-files movie and murmur “ribbit” to myself as I pulled out almost an entire mitt. How did I not notice the glaring mistake earlier? How did I somehow get SO off in my cabling? Could I have lived with it? Would the painter have noticed?
Probably. She is, after all, a rocket scientist.
Katherine the Great
I like to think of myself as a storyteller. Mostly I tell stories about knitting.
I like to think of myself as a storyteller. Mostly I tell stories about knitting.
Mar 05
2012