No, I’m not quitting knitting all together. I’m just prone to hyperbole. The latest entry in my afghan saga has been a sad one. It did indeed start happily, but it has since turned into a Gothic horror full of tears and cries of vengeance. And more hyperbole. Jk- I actually did not cry over this (applause, please), but I’m sure several neighbors could have heard my anguished war cry.
ANYWAY I’ve been working on an afghan for about a month. It is my grandma’s pattern that she always uses. 300 stitches. Fun stuff. All was going well until I got to the end of the first skein, and it was time to change to a different color/add a stripe. After watching a few YouTube videos, I added the new skein. Knitted several rows (reminder: 300 stitches each) and found that I had added 3 extra stitches.
Now, I don’t know how that happened, but I do know that all was wonderful until I started the new skein/color. I ripped out the rows with the intention of being able to save my work, but it was all for naught.
…I had to rip everything out and will have to start over. Again. I talked myself out of freaking out as I unfurled my blanket and wound my yarn up. “Hey, I didn’t get that far. At least I know what to expect next time,” I kept telling myself while slowly breathing.
I’m not too discouraged about this though, because my knitting has always been a challenge, especially on this scale of a project. But when I get over it, I will pick my afghan up again. Probably in the next week or two. I’m just too lazy to cast on and count my 300 stitches again at the moment. 🙂
C’est la vie! And such.