Ever have one of those uh-oh moments? I just had one today. It had to do with the meanie greenie vest I've been working on. Seems I knit 13 inches of it before I realized I had made a terrible mistake. Shoot, I should have recognized, when I tried it on the other night, that it was a bit tight there, just under the bust. But no, the tightness, I figured, was excessive glamour! How could there be a problem?
The stitch pattern, which is a four-row repeat is basically a row of knit, a row of knit two together, a row of knitting and purling in the same stitch all the way across to build the stitches back to the original number, and then a purl row (this is when working flat...in the round is different.)
Well, wouldn't you know, I forgot one half of a round of the 'knit in front and back of the stitches across' and ended up with one half the number of stitches on the front side of the garment. It didn't hit me until I got home from Girlfriend's school today when I got a good look at it in the light. Shoot. I knew something was wrong and didn't even look up. I'm sure a girl could use this "mistake" and create a push-up bra effect that is enchanting as all get out, but if I'm going to do that sort of thing, I'll make sure George Clooney is coming over for cocktails the first day I wear it.
So the thing is back to where I was about five rows above the last time you saw it. I've worked furiously on it this afternoon, and even though when I tink back I make it a point not to put the item down until I've gotten back to the Point of Frog, I need a break.
This is what I just did: I took pictures of some of the master bedroom part of the stash (there's way way more in my closet) and I am going to try to figure out how I should repackage it all once I remove it from its current placement. I don't have any kind of method, I don't keep lists, and wool and cotton co-mingle. (Maybe you all could offer some ideas--other than laying it all out and doing a yarn angel?)
This represents about half of the stash, and this is how it is currently cataloged:
We've got Wool-Ease, Cotton-Ease, Frog Tree, and Don't-Know. We've got a bag of pink-ish stuff that I'm not sure will ever be used. There's green here. There's blue. There's burgundy. I'd say this is the part of the stash voted Most Likely to Be Sent Away Some Day.
Under the Bed
I'm almost embarrassed about these three bags because I swear, I open them up at least three times a week and I can't tell you for sure what's there. Well, I admit there is something I can recall: There are about five skeins of this stuff called KnitPicks Crayon that is so awful if the stuff attended high school it'd be voted "Worst Hair-Do."
Next to the Chair
A more active pile. This basket contains yarn that is top of mind. We're talking some Karabella Picnic I bought from kpixie, five skeins of Koigu, and two of the yarn cakes I just wound (the Hill Country Yarns stuff). There's also the brown Blue Sky Alpacas I am making that skirt out of, and a few other goodies. I'd say this would be voted "Most Likely to Succeed."
Next to the Desk
Originally meant to hold sock yarn only, this poor centuries-old Library desk is probably wondering what the heck happened. Anyway, I gave up on the dream because I couldn't fit all my sock yarn in it. The basket there on the bottom is quite large and holds about 15 pounds of assorted yarns and a few items waiting to be frogged. Among them: Lips by Martin Storey. (Don't ask.)
The fact that it's outside the bathroom doesn't mean much. I will say this; however, there are about three bags of yarn in there I will never touch, never no how, no way. One of the bags holds 20 skeins of brown acrylic/wool blend sport weight yarn. I can tell you that I bought the stuff about two years ago from someone I called a "sucker" when I scored all 20 balls for about 25 bucks.
But I will tell you this: She had the last laugh...and is probably still sparkling with glee.