I don’t know what happened. Maybe it was when the Bee careened into me at full hug speed and the needles got knocked to the floor. Maybe it was when I had to put it down to answer the phone. Maybe it was when I was walking back from the kitchen and sat down and put my hand in instead of on the cup of tea and knocked it all over myself — thank foresight for my having stowed the needles and fabric and yarn all in a gallon zip bag at that moment.
It was the end of a row – I thought everything was fine. I started knitting, knit a couple more rows, then stretched the piece out to look at it.
Somehow, I don’t know how, or when or why exactly, I was off three stitches. Check my count – short three stitches.
Okay – no problem – I’ll tink it back a few rows. Keep breathing.
I can’t tell which stitches are the psso at all, and the k2tog are almost as hard. Its like trying to unweave a spiderweb.
Two carefully tinked rows later, I’ve dropped at least two stitches, and there must be more I can’t see because my count is down to 27.
I really say that – it’s a funnier non-cuss word then darn or gol-dang-it, and it makes me laugh when I hear my daughter jump up and start stomping on barbie dolls whose heads won’t do back on and yelling CRUMB!
I will say this for my self control – I did not start jumping up and down on the knitting.
But I am in serious need of some frog repellant here. And now I am off to google ‘knit lace lifeline’.
Jargon note for non-internet-knitters (such as Cita!): tink is to un-knit carefully, usually to fix a mistake. Probably always to fix a mistake. It’s such a pain I can’t imagine any other reason to do it. Frog is to unravel the knitting directly by taking it off the needle and pulling the working end – derived by some anonymous punnish knitter from what frogs have to say – ‘rip-it, rip-it, rip-it’.
Cool definitions for tink and frog. Funny, but sad situation you found yourself in. Time to exercise deep breathing relaxation techniques, I’d say … and maybe a Guiness or two.
Ahhh, that’s so frustrating! I got about that far with my first proper lace scarf and had to rip it all out (it was mohair, I couldn’t make out the stitches) – I’m almost ready to pick it up again now. Almost.
I am a froger! When a crochet which is not very often i am forever rip-it rip-it rip-it ing 🙂
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