I’m not very good at being unwell. Yesterday I was at that in-between stage where I’m too ill to be up and too well to be in bed. But I’m stubborn, you see, so not only did I stay up but I insisted on trying to do things that involved brain function! Take it from me: numbers, charts and what seems to be an innate paranoia don’t mix well with the ‘flu. I became extremely suspicious of the lace pattern I had copied down. So much so, in fact, that I convinced myself that I needed to turn the lace upside down and back to front to make it fit. In the light of today, I don’t get it either. Lol, I couldn’t understand the logic behind the pattern! It was driving me around the twist! After two hours, I thought, well, maybe Barbara Walker isn’t wrong! (you see how sick I was?!)
Off I went, on my merry cotton-wool-brained way, around and around. After about four inches I looked at my knitting and thought, gosh, that looks pretty big for a sleeve. I took it off my needles and slipped it on over my jumper. Then I put it on my head and found it was too big to be a scarf. Then I pulled it on up my leg over my jeans right up to the top. Hmmm… couldn’t blame it on Barbara Walker, so I pulled out my little gauge swatch and re-measured. When I measured it on Saturday, I came up with 8 stitches to an inch. But when I re-measured it again, I got 5 stitches to an inch. The only explanation I can think of is that I counted the in-between stitches as real stitches. Jeez. No wonder Nasa never wrote back.
See the green stuff? That’s my provisional crochet cast-on. It’s great! … and much easier than the other provisional cast-on I learned.
So that’s about it. I don’t have cable here anymore and I’ve been watching alot of TG4 over the knitting attempts. I’m pretty surprised at how much Irish I can remember, but alot of it is fairly random. Oíche mhaith agaibh!