Now I know that I am not stupid, but I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m just dumb. Because it is becoming apparent that I. Can. NOT. Count!
Exhibit the first
I finally joined the shoulders for the by now very belated birthday sweater. And realized there are six fewer stitches on each side in the front than in the back. Why yes, that is my special pointer finger there.
There was some suggestion to rescue it as is, but dh tried it on, and a boatneck just isn’t such a good thing for him. Here’s the plan: rip the front back to the neck bindoff and do it yet again.
So for a distraction, I started a hat. Like the worsted pirate hats (I made one for me in fuschia and orange here, but the kiddo wears that one and I wear the charcoal one I made for him, which actually fits me better), but I thought I’d use one of the patterns from the charts in Latvian Dreams (side note, this was the very first knitting book I bought, thinking I might make something from it… have you seen those sweaters? again, apparent that I was not thinking well about this).
I counted the rows on the charcoal hat, and knowing I had 31, I found a chart I liked, messed with it a bit, and started knitting. I’m nowhere near the end of the chart, and I’m very clearly at the point where I should start decreasing the crown. Huh? So I counted the charcoal hat again, 26 rows.
Exhibit the second
At least it isn’t the color of mud… I actually am not so grieved about ripping this back a bit. The odd striping will be inside. I started with a small ball of fuschia, and it’s a different dyelot than the rest, thought the orange would hide that. And also the odd stripes might amuse me.
We tried to get all three of them in one spot to take a group pic. Nope. The hair on Sid’s right leg is still growing in from where he was shaved. He’s pretty funny looking!
So the other wonderful ‘D’ last night (or more correctly in the wee hours of this morning) was drip drip drip. Damn that ice dam!