Here we have the linen stitch scarf as it existed on Monday afternoon. You may be surprised at how little it has grown since last you gazed upon it. This is because I frogged the @#^#$% thing and started over. Multiple times. I'm pretty sure what we have here is what will become — someday — the finished product.
I can knit complicated cables and I have knit a lace shawl [pretty much] to perfection. But give me a two-stitch pattern and it gives me fits. *K1 sl1* and repeat from * across? *K2tog YO* (ditto)? I can screw those up seven ways to Sunday.
I think the problem is that the stitch almost mindless, the key word here being "almost". My needles are flying while I am binge-watching House on Netflix as I did last weekend (more on that later), and bango! Suddenly the stitches are not lining up the way they ought. What has helped on this iteration is leaving all the markers on the needle. Every 20 stitches I have a badly needed reality check.
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You may remember I mentioned that Yarnover was last weekend. Tragically, I caught the cold that Younger Son had generously shared with Smokey, and I felt way too wretched to venture out in public, not to mention I would have been sharing my disgusting germs with a couple hundred knitters and other fiber folk. So I spent the weekend alternately sleeping and grumping and binge-watching the aftermentioned House.
When I mentioned to YS what I had been watching, he looked askance.
"Can't you sum up the plot of that show in a four-panel cartoon?" he asked.
He may be right, but it wasn't until episode 10 or 11 that I felt the writers were slipping a little. Besides, Hugh Laurie is a fabulous actor, and I found myself admiring Dr. Cuddy, the female director of medicine. She continually spars with House but respects him for his abilities. Don't know how far I will go with the series, but it certainly kept my mind off my miseries last weekend.