Point Me to a Brick Wall, Please
I'd like to beat my head on it for a while. Just for six or seven hours. Maybe ten.
I was knitting the second in a pair of socks I'm making for a charity drive. It's a pattern that I know very well but I'm sick to death of knitting. I've knit this same pattern for three other pairs of socks and I've simply had enough of it.
I got all the way down to the final 3 /4 inch of the foot of the sock and then I could start the toe decreases. I probably didn't have more than 90 more minutes of knitting - certainly not more than 120 minutes. I was looking so forward to finishing this pair of socks so I could get on with two other projects I have on needles and then I realized that I'd knit part of a pattern round wrong. I've done this plenty of times - all I needed to do was unknit one needle's worth of stitches and I could continue on as normal. And it went well until I got to the double decrease in the pattern and I dropped a stitch. Open the gates and let all hell break loose! I tried to pick up the dropped stitch. Four other stitches came off the needles and ran for the border. I broke out into a sweat and tried desperately to catch things and set them right but within five minutes it looked like a monkey had a go at it.
I guess I can forget that career as a neurosurgeon.