upon further examination, as i tried to find the location of lost stitch, i finally found the bugger hanging out, inside the sock, on the 3rd round! good grief!
"don't panic! how does it look? is it noticable? .... YES !" ... so i ripped. and cast on again.
sigh of resignation .....
i'm sure i saw him in my knitting bag ...
here's another lesson to share: when you have such a knitting "accident" don't tell your mother. thus begins the inquisition, "were you drinking ju-ju juice ?!" (that's what she calls wine) ... crap! i don't remember. (which is likely an indication to her that hootch was involved) (but, i think this error was made sober) (i think all of socken #2 was sober) (maybe that's the problem?)
2 comments:
Ouch! Every time I make some sort of mistake like that, it's always Waaayy back at the beginning. I'd blame Stuart too, he's got mischievous eyebrows. :D
Not sure what I would have done. Probably tried to ladder it up the whole way fighting the yarn. Anything but rip!!! Bad, bad Stuart!!
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