The Evenstar shawl project almost bit the dust last night. I’m behind, as usual. This is a “mystery shawl”, and the clues come out every other Friday. Today clue 5 is due to be released, and I’m just starting clue 3. Every other row so far has been a plain knit row, and on the last row of clue 2, I put in a lifeline in case of trouble. In this case the lifeline was the trouble. I’m using a very fine crochet thread in white, as I was a little nervous about my usual dental floss cutting the near cobweb yarn I’m using.
Anyway, I had done the lifeline on the last row of clue 2, done the first row of clue 3, and set it aside a couple days ago. I picked it up last night, knit around the second row, then set it down while we had dinner. After dinner is where the trouble began. Actually it was after a couple of glasses of wine and a long phone conversation with my sister, so I could probably blame her, though I suspect it was more the wine. I picked it up and looked at it, mind you this was in a dark TV room with only a reading light, I noticed a long loop of yarn back a whole row or two. I’ve done this before, somehow getting a loop of yarn not pulled all the way through, so it leaves a loose loop just hanging there. Crap crap crappity crap. I tinked back, messing up a couple of repeats in the process, and got partway around the row, thinking that I was royally screwed.
Some Knitting Angel must have been sitting on my shoulder. Instead of continuing to tink deeper and deeper into the Mines of Moria, I decided rather wisely to set it aside and go to bed. I woke up this morning thinking about it, and reluctantly pulled it out of the bag to investigate. In the light of day, what I thought was a mistake loop of yarn back two rows, you guessed it….it was my long loop of lifeline hanging there. Nope, didn’t need to tink at all. This, as you might imagine, resulted in some well-deserved self-head-slapping. And now I was still left with the mess from tinking. On a couple of the repeats, I dropped a couple of stitches down to the lifeline. I counted around carefully, marking the offending repeats with pins, then had a bit more coffee before proceeding.
After a serious consideration of going out on a quest to cast this whole thing into the Fires of Mount Doom, I decided to suck it up and fix it. Armed with teeny tiny crochet hooks and teeny tiny double points, I got those blasted fracked up repeats fixed. Here’s a photo.
And here’s a photo of that lifeline.
I’m leaving it in, of course. It might just save my sorry knitting-butt yet.
We’re off for the weekend. Dorothy and her husband have invited us and the mutts up to Whidbey Island for the weekend for a local spin-in. I need to go get packed. I’ve got the camera packed, so you might even get to see some photos!