This is a confession of guilt, so no laughing. At least, not for the first half second or so. Let me see if I can work myself up to this. Ahem.
While making my shawl I neglected to stop and count stitches when it told me to the first time.
Whew. There. I did it.
So, of course, the inevitable happened and, when I actually counted stitches at the second point, I was off. By about thirty stitches. It’s a little hard to fudge things when you’ve got thirty extra stitches laying around. By some incredible stretch of credulity, I managed to get things to the place where they would work and come out even. Granted, I’m still a couple repeats over the proper stitch amount, and therefore my shawl won’t be as steeply bent as the patten shows, but hey, I think it will work. I hope it will work. Oh, please work.
I actually had a dream about nearly finishing this project. Knitting seems to be consuming my life. Which brings up an interesting subject. I haven’t done any personal spinning all year. I’ve spun on other people’s yarn, but nothing extra special for me. Knitting seems to have suctioned all my attention and resources. In fact, I think my fiber stash shrunk when I wasn’t looking. Hopefully, by the time I finish the two remaining gift spinnings, I can take a little time off and just spin something for the fun of it.
Yeah, it’s not as if you don’t have some very luscious choices of fiber to spin “just for fun.” But I know it’s hard to get away once knitting has you firmly by the throat–or fingers, actually!