Happy blogiversary to me … four years that we have visited here in this virtual owl box. Seems a lot longer, then I look at my extremely erratic posting over the past eight months and drop my head in some shame. But life happens, and it’s happened to me in spades. And while many of my blogging brethren have no problem sitting down and dashing out a post, I spend time thinking about I want to say and how I want it represented, visually and otherwise.
The upshot is a rather absent(minded) Owl of late. I can’t promise I will do better over the next year with the mayhem I expect on the horizon at Owl Manor, but I will try.
‘Course, just blocking a half dozen pieces would help (cough, cough).
That said, I will be honest and tell you today about a new experience in my knitting world: I blew a deadline. I didn’t want to or mean to, but ultimately, we agreed it was the best outcome for everyone.
The project is a lovely little shawl from my friend, Sivia Harding. Nothing complex, just some beads and my favorite fingering weight yarn, Spirit Train Fiberworks Sunna. It was supposed to be done for the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival later this week.
First, I ran out of beads. They were from my little bead stash, which is pretty well-organized, so it took very little time to order and receive more, but it did delay me a few days when I really needed to have those days back.
Everything was going great guns until I had one of those head-slapping, I-should-have-had-a-V-8 moments around 4 in the morning. You see, even though Sivia clearly told me how to do the increases, I still manipulated them to look like yarn-overs. After all, this was lace. Of course increases should be decorative.
What hit me in that predawn haze was the notion that a shawl knit side to side increases halfway, then decreases back again. So all those increases would be decreases imminently. Decreases that would NOT need a yarn-over to highlight them. Ummm.
I am pretty game at fixing mistakes. I mean, I just had to drop the stitches to each increase, pick it up the right way, and then run the stitch back up to the needles again and Bob’s your uncle. Yeah, sure. Tinking down 70 or more rows to reach some of those offending increases. Then discovering a few times that maybe I didn’t catch every single stitch I needed to on the way back up again …
Am I an 11-year-old who can’t read a pattern, for the love of Mike? Apparently so.
The shawl was about 45% complete.
I ripped it all out and started over again.
You’ll see it at Rhinebeck.
I will have some sanity in the interim.
But blowing a deadline, that’s going to bug me for the foreseeable future.
Thanks for coming by to visit today and every time I post. I appreciate you taking the time. Now let’s eat some cake, or at least find ice cream.
Everything is a little better with ice cream.