I’m starting to wonder if this particular yarn is cursed.
Looks perfectly innocent, doesn’t it? Nice orange Cascade 220 all skeined up, waiting to be knit into a cute toy for Little Miss. My plan was a carrot from Amigurumi Knits for my daughter’s play kitchen. I popped the yarn onto my swift, wound it up into a ball, cast on, and happily knit away for several rows before realizing that I had miscounted somewhere along the line.
Off to the Frog Pond with the carrot. Maybe I should try something else. So, I cast on The Deadliest Crab and knit merrily away for several rounds, all the way through the first set of bobbles, and then I noticed that something was wrong.
Miscount. Again. A really big one this time, and I could not for life of me figure out what happened where.
Ripping out stitches can be so satisfying.
I’m hoping the third time is a charm in this case. If this one goes all wonky, I’m afraid this skein will be in need of a time-out, and I’ll just have to comfort myself with stringing another couple hundred beads for Entomology.
I’m all set to get started on Miss Honeychurch (which I keep calling Miss Honeydew – perhaps I need more fruit in my diet), except for one thing.
My yarn is somewhere between Ohio and California. My copy of A Room with a View is also somewhere between a shipping center and my house, but I expect it to arrive today. (A year of Amazon Prime is one of the best holiday gifts I’ve gotten. It is, indeed, the gift that keeps on giving.)
But I have my pattern and a short circular needle for swatching. My plan is to read the book and knit the sweater over the course of July and August. The sweater should will be done by Labor Day, which is still quite warm in this part of the country.
It’s not like I don’t have anything to knit in the meantime. The Chicago Illusion Blankie is coming along slowly:
Each charted row is actually four rows of knitting (two in each color). It’s going a little quicker now that I’ve marked every 10 columns on the chart for easier counting. And it only took ripping out two rows to get me to do it!
And my beloved blue skein of Wollmeise informed me that it didn’t really want to be socks (after I started a cabled sock not once but twice!). It wants to be the Entomology shawl. How could I argue?
250 beads down, 955 to go.