Remember that new sweater I started? The one I showed you a swatch of a while back?
Here’s what it will look like when done, except not pink.
Pretty, eh?
So here is what the back looked like this morning.
And a closeup of that cable/lace pattern.
I finished that section yesterday. This morning before I headed off to work, I did the first row on the plain stockinette section, putting in the stitch markers as I went to mark where the waist shaping goes.
45 stitches, marker, 43 stitches, marker, 45 stitches. Wait, there are more stitches. I counted again. Then I realized that the “leftover” stitches were exactly ONE 14 stitch repeat worth of stitches.
Here are your choices:
A. I can’t count.
B. I cast on and knit that whole f’ing section using the wrong size numbers.
Yup.
I stuffed the whole thing in a bag and went to work. I prayed to the knitting gods that it would be fixed by the time I got home.
Here it is now.
If this wasn’t damned expensive Rowan Cotton Cashmere, I can tell you, I’d be tempted to build a bonfire with it. This better go as planned the next time.
I’m so sorry. I have had a similar experience — more than once.
A couple of weeks ago, I was 4 rounds from binding off the body of a top-down sweater that had a big 36 round lace pattern at the bottom. Yep, frogged back all that lace and more because it was going to be too wide. ?
Ah, yes. Your experience is almost “good” as when I happily started to make an embroidered t.shirt for my Eldest only to find, a few hundred stitches in, that the design was facing up. Unfortunately, the t-shirt was facing the other way. I am still picking out tiny stitches in an attempt to salvage the t-shirt.
My sympathies are with you. And, smart woman that you are, you stopped to double check. If it hadn’t been for placing those stitch markers…..
Been there, done that. Hopefully you can get back on track.
Oh, yeah, we’ve all done it, haven’t we? So sorry it was your turn this time. Put it aside for a bit until the rage fades.
This was so sad.
Know the feeling!!! Wine & chocolate are the only cures-ok, maybe a whiskey or two!
It’s like I’m reading my own experiences. Plural. Experience(S).