It was not meant to be

Within the span of 45 minutes I not only completely screwed up my Aibhlinn cowl but screwed up the Wavy scarf I was knitting for B (and had put down while I worked on the cowl).

Aibhlinn, I discovered, had a dropped stitch way on back and I had to unknit an ungodly amount to get back to it. Wasted effort because I suck at fixing dropped stitches and ended up fouling things up even more until I had a ladder of dropped stitches. Ten inches of swirling rib to be frogged.

To console myself (and because I was in the mood to knit) I picked up Wavy and while watching The Sopranos (note to self: No watching The Sopranos while knitting!) proceeded to twist up three stitches in such a way that I couldn't fix them. By this point I was so angry with myself I just yanked out the needles and started frogging.

I am, however, choosing to look at the bright side and have started Wavy again because B likes the tan yarn I was doing the cowl in. And I suspect that the yarn I was using for Aibhlinn is too stiff to give the cowl a nice drape so I'll restart it in a thin wool or nice cotton. Depends on what I find when I go this week to the new yarn store I want to check out.

And speaking of yarn stores, my darling buddy Lorrie sent me some yarn she bought last week. A yarn store near where she works was having a summer sale and she couldn't resist going in. Lorrie knows little to nothing about knitting but knew I'd love some lucious yarn and so she bought me some cashmere-marino blend wool and has sent it my way. Tell me my friends aren't wonderful to me! I can't wait to get that little wooly bit of confection and start something truly scruptious with it.

But carefully. I don't want to frog my cashmerino and wear it out.