When Knitting Was a Manly Art

I *really* know better than to knit in the evenings when I’m tired.

Waiting for Eileen to finish getting ready for bed last night, I was sitting twiddling my thumbs and thought, what the heck .. I can do a couple rows while I’m sitting here.

Dumb idea. At the end of the first round, I discovered I’d dropped a stitch at the beginning of the round and it had ran 3 rows down to a decrease. I must have tried to pick up that run 3 times and every time it looked like shit… Mostly a huge hole at the bottom of the pickup. Finally gave up and put it down for the evening.

This morning I looked at it again, sighed, and ripped back three rows. Re-knitted those three plus one more and gave up for the day. I hate making mistakes and this one was the largest rip back I’ve had to do for the whole sweater. I fixed the problem, but it frustrates me.

Feeling a lot better, except for a raspy cough that just won’t go away. Eileen has informed me that if it doesn’t go away in another day or so, I’m to see her doctor, insurance or not.. Yes ‘m

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