And so it is the end of the first day of fall. Welcome, favorite season of mine, with your cool air, warm colors, and invitations to be both cozy inside and playful outside in these mild days before winter. Today was a day of transition, home-making, and enjoying the comforts of a new routine. I baked banana bread, made some beef stew, sorted through my knit accessories, and took a hand-made-sweater-wearing Peaceful Baby to the park. It was a good day. And tonight? Wine, knitting, and some much-anticipated television viewing!
I also spent a significant amount of time ripping out a good two hours worth of knitting. I took my new hat project to a local knit night, my first in town. I thought it would be a good project for public knitting, and things seemed to go well at the time (the knitting did, anyway. Being the new person at an established knitting group is hard, people).
It wasn’t until I pulled out my little purple hat this morning that I realized I had done the first cable cross about 6 rows too soon. I knit on in denial for a couple of rows before deciding this could not be ignored.
I pulled out my needles and ripped back to the ribbing. This was the easy part; as you may know, getting 2×2 ribbing knit in smooth yarn back onto slippery metal needles is no quick task. There were a lot of dropped, laddered stitches, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to get everything sorted out. The good news is, I’m back on track for completing my stylish, wooly hat in time for the fiber fest on Saturday.
Too bad it’s going to be 80+ degrees out.