Example of "sometimes not".
Oh, sure, that looks like one completed sock and one done nearly to the heel. But it is not.
It is one completed sock and another in the process of being frogged back to its roots.
The sad part is that the second one was done a couple inches past the heel turn, to exactly the spot marked with a stitch marker on the first sock. (I knit socks toe up.)
This is what happens when Your Knitter grabs a US#1.5 needle to cast on instead of the US#2.5 that she always uses for double-stranded socks. That sucker was w-a-y too small.
Never fear, however. I frogged, rewound the ball of yarn, cast on with the proper needle, and am almost to the heel turn again. The sock is going much more quickly on the US#2.5 needle :-)
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This was a Gradient in progress.
On Monday night I got ready for my 13+ hour stint at the polls: wind four skeins of Shibui Silk Cloud into cakes, divide those cakes into twelve equal smaller cakes, put each one into its own little plastic bag so they wouldn't tangle, do a provisional cast on, and knit the first inch or two of this gorgeous thing:
By the time I left the polls on Tuesday it was about 14" (35cm) long. But the next day I discovered that I had an error in the seed stitch about an inch back, so I began to tink. You can imagine how much fun it was to tink that mohair/silk yarn.
See the cut in the yarn at the top of the photo? That happened when I was about halfway to the first error and I had begun to cut -- very carefully, I thought -- the sticky fibers that were making it so hard to tink.
Crap. Gonna have to tink back an extra few rows.
I was working on this in the car on the way to Rice Lake, about an hour away and where Smokey had an appointment at the VA clinic. We were giving another person a ride; when we dropped off Smokey at the clinic, I got out of the back seat and walked around to the driver's seat.
Unbeknownst to me, my yarn was hooked around my foot.
What I found when I picked up my knitting again.
I am not sure what I am going to do. Right now the project is sitting in time out to consider its sinful ways. Unwinding three strands of heavily twisted mohair might just be more than I want to tackle. Maybe this will be a short cowl that does not loop twice around the neck. Stay tuned.
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Let's end this on a humorous note, m'kay?
Observed in Rice Lake.
