Frustration
I began a lovely pair of socks for myself recently.
And as I prepared to turn the heel (they were toe-up), I found I was short a stitch. There were no dropped stitches, I was just short one. So I frogged it all, chalking it up to my first time doing a provisional cast-on and toe-up sock, and started again.
I paid attention, I followed instructions (for once), I did everything that was asked of me (again, fairly uncommon).
I'm still one damn stitch short. How?
Best answer wins eternal adoration as my knitting goddess.
Seriously.
And as I prepared to turn the heel (they were toe-up), I found I was short a stitch. There were no dropped stitches, I was just short one. So I frogged it all, chalking it up to my first time doing a provisional cast-on and toe-up sock, and started again.
I paid attention, I followed instructions (for once), I did everything that was asked of me (again, fairly uncommon).
I'm still one damn stitch short. How?
Best answer wins eternal adoration as my knitting goddess.
Seriously.
Labels: Dublin, Knitting, Laura, put me out of my misery