I hear all the time that mistakes are not a bad thing, they are "opportunities for growth" or a "learning experience." Well, I seem to be having many, many, too many opportunites for growth lately.
Having just conquered Tinkerbell, I was in need of some smooth sailing type knitting. I was working on my Trekking sock and my thing-I'm-now-giving-to-Carey-for-her-birthday, thinking that that would put me back on track of starting, doing, and finishing, with little or no bumps in road. Wrong.
I started the Carey thing at least 5 times. It is not a complicated thing, you'll have to trust me on that. Stitch repeat of 3, yes 3. But I couldn't seem to do it right. I even did around 6 or so inches one of the times, then something slipped, and I couldn't make it right to save my life. So, zip, off the needles, casting on once again.
Then I remembered my little lifeline trick a-la-Tinkerbell. Now using lifelines that I reposition every 5 inches or so, I am a little over a half done. Good. Hurdle crossed.
I got bored, so I decided to knit a while on the sock. I was going great, did the flap, turned the heel, picked up the stitches, decreased at the gusset, even did a good job avoiding that little hole at the beginning of the gusset I always seem to get. I was in the car waiting for soccer practice time and all of a sudden I noticed there didn't seem to be twice as many stitches on the top of the foot as on the two side needles. I counted them, and there were 24! Not 32! Argh! Why?
I had no idea. Were there 32 at some point? Who knows? Are there 64 total like there are supposed to be? Who knows? Now what? Who knows? I threw it in the front seat of the car and there it remains, waiting for me to decided what to do and posing a threat to the bottom side of any passenger who dares to enter the SUV.
I am not a big believer in knitting karma or anything, but come on. Enough is enough. I am now questioning my progress in knitting achievement. Other people can knit far more complicated things and they don't whine on their blogs. I'm getting an inferiority complex. Or maybe I had one all along. Who knows?
I need something to go right to restore my faith in the knitting universe.
Maybe I'll toss my needles and start scrapbooking.