October 04, 2005
Do you know what time it is? Yawn... it's sleepy time.
But not before I amuse (scare? bore?) you with a Curlicue tail of woe and terror, with clear undertones of sleep deprivation, continuing illness, and medicine-induced delirium.
First, I was completely incapable of showing Paula my progress because I'm currently working on a section where each row is short-rowed on both sides. Therefore, there is never a time when one end of the needle is empty, there are always stitches on both. This is the reason why I often feel compelled to finish entire sections of the Curlicue in one sitting, since stopping before finishing a section is by necessity mid-row.
Anyway, I sort of straighten things out the best I can, and I show Paula that I'm now working on section 5, and I'm incorporating short rows created in sections 2 and 4. I don't want to mess up now, since if I have to frog, I will need to make sure the short-row wraps are not lost, and if they are, I will have to take out sections 4 and 3 to get all the way back to 2 to fix it.
I continue knitting while Paula asks me about the blanket. I tell her that this is easily the most challenging project I have ever knit, that there is constant counting, checking, second-guessing, and an indescribable fear of frogging always looming over my head. MUST NOT FROG. It's like a teenager trying to sneak out of an old, creaky house without waking up her parents. Not that I would know anything about that ;).
And then, and then, and then... I counted. I was supposed to have knit 10 ridges, but there were 11 - one too many, need to frog! Oh heavens, I almost shit my pants. My eyes got really wide, my eyebrows moved to a ridiculously high place on my forehead, little droplets of sweat formed on my temples and on my hands. Paula looked like she had seen a ghost, like I had possibly morphed into a unicorn, like she was ready to take any and all emergency actions, including, but limited to: placing a cold washcloth on my forehead just like Kate's mom when Kate had the Curlicue Meltdown, convincing me that I couldn't count and that there were indeed only 10 ridges and that I should just decrease a few stitches for the fun of it, and/or insisting that I take more cold medicine and perhaps wash it down with a few cosmopolitans.
To check where I had gone wrong, and if there was any way to avoid frogging, I took out the Curlicue directions.
My friends, I had not knit one too many ridges - I had to work all the way up to 12 ridges, so I wasn't even done.
The relief was incredible, but the stress of this project is getting to me! Wow. However, there has been a good amount of progress:
(I'm still at that section where both ends are short-rowed, so I had to move some stitches to a second needle to spread out the project and take this picture).
*It was great to see most of the True Grounds knitters in attendance! I'm also happy to have met new knitters and knit-bloggers - a big "hi" to you, especially Sue, Emma, and Joanna!