Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Contemplating retirement

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.


Anonymous said...

I happen to know of a big supply of pictures that you can start on. When would you like to get together and start scrapping????? I bet our friend Tracy would even like to scrap with you. Let me know when--ha ha! Mom

Cindy said...

Can't you identify raw sarcasm when you read it?

Anonymous said...

Cindy,I recognized the Raw Sarcasm for exactly what it was...And won't even contemplate scrapping with you, Because--I know better than to think you are going to consider taking over the job of 3albums/year that you've so cleaverly managed to get your MOM TO DO FOR YOU!!! Are you a spoiled Child??? Your pal, Tracy

Cindy said...

I'm not spoiled, I just have a stellar supporting cast!

Anonymous said...

Okay, I admit you're not spoiled, and you do have quite the lovely supporting cast, but we are wise enough to know that it's YARN you love, and that you leave the PAPER to the other Wilson Girls....