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valancystirlingI thought I would post picture of my knitting genius today, but I didn't bother to take any. Perhaps when I have my camera my enthusiasm will return. Camera. Sigh.
So here's what the drama was all about.
When I was pregnant, Jake's mom gave me a pile of very thin cotton yarn in assorted colors, since she wasn't going to use it. I looked through some pattern books and decided I had enough in one color to make a sweet little baby dress. On size 2 needles. Yikes. So in my pregnant fervor, I set to work on the seemingly endless stockinette stitch.
Like many things, it eventually fell by the wayside. I didn't even expect to finish it before Topie graduated from high school, such was the tedium of the tiny stitching.
On Sunday I found myself without knitting in my bag, except for, strangely, this project. So I pulled it out, had a peek at the instructions to remind myself of how much longer I had to do the mindless endless stockinette. At first glance, I was dismayed to read 19 inches. I measured my work. Almost 17 inches. Close! Then I started thinking, with my non-pregnant brain, that 19 inches was awfully long for half a baby dress. So I looked at the pattern again. Can we say 19 CENTIMETERS? Oops. Prego brain for sure.
So I looked in disgust at the almost 7 inches of excess knitting, all on size 2 needles. The idea of ripping out all that work, the thousands upon thousands of tiny perfect stitches, was ludicrous. So I thought for a minute and ultimately decided I would perform surgery, and cut the extra 7 inches off the rest, and use it for the other half of the dress. I set to work last night after Topie went to sleep, as concentration and tiny needles were involved. Not exactly baby-friendly. Fortunately I have an absurd number of duplicate needles in all sizes, so I dug out a few size 2 needles and got to it. I measured and divided the work at the appropriate place. Meticulously slid the spare needles into the stitches at that point, so that one row of knitting fell between them. Then I cut. CUT. It was a rush, let me tell you. I spent every spare minute today snipping and unraveling that one row of stitches. That's 137 stitches per row, incidentally. And finally, tonight, I ended up with two separate pieces of knitting, each on its own ball of yarn, each perfect. So now I'm not so far off from being done, and it might get done after all. Of course, it might also be tucked away and forgotten for another six months. Surely it will be boring after the tricky bit of surgery. I feel rather like I separated conjoined twins.
So that's the story. I probably lost everyone after the first paragraph, but there you have it. How exhausting.
So here's what the drama was all about.
When I was pregnant, Jake's mom gave me a pile of very thin cotton yarn in assorted colors, since she wasn't going to use it. I looked through some pattern books and decided I had enough in one color to make a sweet little baby dress. On size 2 needles. Yikes. So in my pregnant fervor, I set to work on the seemingly endless stockinette stitch.
Like many things, it eventually fell by the wayside. I didn't even expect to finish it before Topie graduated from high school, such was the tedium of the tiny stitching.
On Sunday I found myself without knitting in my bag, except for, strangely, this project. So I pulled it out, had a peek at the instructions to remind myself of how much longer I had to do the mindless endless stockinette. At first glance, I was dismayed to read 19 inches. I measured my work. Almost 17 inches. Close! Then I started thinking, with my non-pregnant brain, that 19 inches was awfully long for half a baby dress. So I looked at the pattern again. Can we say 19 CENTIMETERS? Oops. Prego brain for sure.
So I looked in disgust at the almost 7 inches of excess knitting, all on size 2 needles. The idea of ripping out all that work, the thousands upon thousands of tiny perfect stitches, was ludicrous. So I thought for a minute and ultimately decided I would perform surgery, and cut the extra 7 inches off the rest, and use it for the other half of the dress. I set to work last night after Topie went to sleep, as concentration and tiny needles were involved. Not exactly baby-friendly. Fortunately I have an absurd number of duplicate needles in all sizes, so I dug out a few size 2 needles and got to it. I measured and divided the work at the appropriate place. Meticulously slid the spare needles into the stitches at that point, so that one row of knitting fell between them. Then I cut. CUT. It was a rush, let me tell you. I spent every spare minute today snipping and unraveling that one row of stitches. That's 137 stitches per row, incidentally. And finally, tonight, I ended up with two separate pieces of knitting, each on its own ball of yarn, each perfect. So now I'm not so far off from being done, and it might get done after all. Of course, it might also be tucked away and forgotten for another six months. Surely it will be boring after the tricky bit of surgery. I feel rather like I separated conjoined twins.
So that's the story. I probably lost everyone after the first paragraph, but there you have it. How exhausting.
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Date: 2006-05-17 03:38 am (UTC)Seriously, I don't think I knew that was possible. Well, ok, *technically* I did because of how you can do afterthought heels by snipping and unravelling, but with those you don't unravel all the way around the sock, so it's not like you get two completely separate pieces of knitting.
SO IMPRESSED.
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Date: 2006-05-17 04:25 am (UTC)it is official.
you are fucking brilliant!!!
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Date: 2006-05-17 02:13 pm (UTC)