Anything yummy?








Why, hello.


I'm not the only one watching.

Our Christmas present from my parents was a tree for our yard. We picked it out a couple of weeks ago and it was delivered and planted this afternoon. It's an ornamental crabapple that will have pretty pink blossoms in the spring.



It makes our yard look so grown-up.

I'm getting so close to being done Rob's sweater. It's very exciting. I got it out to work on last night after Abby went to bed. I thought I would start into the second set of short-rows; maybe even finish them and do a decrease round or two; while I was at it I might even just finish the neck and cast off; I'd probably put off kitchenering the underarms and weaving in ends until another time - it would depend on when I finished ...

I brought my basket out to the family room. I got all settled down on the couch with a blanket on my lap and the cat next to me and my tape measure within easy distance. I was sure I would need it shortly. I got out the pattern so I'd know when to do my short-rows and decreases. I pulled the sweater out and spread it on my lap.

And that's when I saw it ... for twenty stitches roughly three inches down in my knitting I'd knit instead of purled. I stared at it - this scar in my knitting - I didn't even think of taking a picture. There was only one thing to do. At least I wasn't going to have to frog out the whole sweater for three inches. Though now that I'm done I realize it might have looked better if I had.

I laddered out the affected section and knit it back up properly. Every stitch is now as it should be. I was careful to make sure the decreases went into the correct round and in the right sequence. But oh the tension - one side of the section is just a bit tight but the other is horribly loose. So loose I thought I might have missed a stitch but no ... just very, very loose.

I always hope while I'm knitting that I'll be able to get away with not blocking before an item can be worn. Rob's sweater was behaving very well in this respect. The fabric looked good and the tension was close enough to it's blocked state that Rob could have tried on and even worn his sweater without waiting for me to block it. But no longer. It will have to be blocked. In fact, it will probably have to blocked, worn, and blocked again before those hideously loose stitches disappear into their even siblings.

Perhaps tonight I will finish the short-rows ...