What was I thinking? “Oh look, I have all this time in bed, why don’t I finish up my xmas knitting by working on my mom’s gift? How hard could it be!?” Yeah, never take advice from someone on codeine, especially if the person giving the advice is yourself.
It started innocently enough and, as always, I had the best intentions. Of course I wouldn’t be in this predicament if I had started knitting when I got the yarn. My mom and I had consultation phone calls about what to knit for her gift. For some reason I was the one pushing the shawl idea. I guess I really wanted to knit one, but, knowing that I would never wear one, I wanted the chance to pass it on to someone else. She agreed, but then started worrying about color. “Remember I’m a winter!” she said. How could I forget? We got ‘typed’ when I was four or five, well really she got typed and I sorta walked in on the class (there was a class on this people!) and was immediately picked by the teacher as an example of spring (I think I was the only spring in the room for some reason). My mom still has the little book of color swatches for her ‘type’ (hmm, I’m starting to think something like that would be handy at the lys), which I’m guessing she refers to for something? Anyway, I digress, Ms Winter wanted something neutral, not too dark, and it had to look good on her. Well, thanks for the advice! I did a little further research into this “winter” matter and ordered my yarn. In the meantime I did a swatch.
Umm, this is as far as I got before all the mistakes drove me bonkers. Eventhough I memorized the pattern, nothing seemed to line up. Maybe I memorized some other pattern, who knows, but this wasn’t working. The needles weren’t helping, stupid non-pointy clovers. I was ready to scream everytime the yarn got stuck in the needle join. I obviously didn’t have the right knitting mojo for this, at least not this week. So I said bye-bye to the 299 stitches. This works out anyway, I really didn’t like my cast on (too messy) and I think I was doing the p2togtbl wrong (stupid pain killers). I needed something mindless, but still shawl like for my winter mom. Bring in Ella