When Knitting Takes a Wrong Turn

 Sometimes when we pick up our knitting, we turn it around and go the wrong way.  It’s easy to do.  Lois was at the point where she was ready to begin the ruffle of her Seaweed Scarf.  The problem was she had more stitches on one side than the other.  In addition to that, she created her own design change early on and made the center spine of the scarf wider.  She was consistent about it and it looks intentional.  Which it was, Lois, right?  That was the plan all along.  Yep, that’s the story and we are sticking with it.

After scrutinizing it, I saw that she had inadvertently decreased a stitch on the smaller side and knit a small garter stretch on the larger size.  All at about the same point.  We decided it was better to unravel it to that point and keep going.  It turns out that she must have knit halfway across and put down her knitting.  When she picked it up again, she went back the way she had come, rather than finishing the row.  Enter the extra stitches on one side. 

 It was great to catch up with Sunaina.  She had taken the Krazy Kurti class at Westport Yarns and wanted to check in.  This is a modular sweater with mitered strips. Very cool to knit.  In two cases she had worked the miters in the wrong direction.  Again, very easy to do.  You have to really look closely and line it up as it appears in the pattern to get it right.  Small collateral damage, she had to re-knit two mitered squares and redo one side panel.  The colors are bright and happy.

Michelle has wanted to learn Tunisian Crochet for a while now.  She found the book, Get Hooked on Tunisian Crochet: Learn How with 13 Projects.  The pattern she is interested in is Mystifying Embrace.

She had to first learn the Tunisian Simple Stitch before moving on to the pattern stitch.  Michelle rose to the occasion beautifully.  She plans on using Kollage Riveting yarn.  She worked up a gauge swatch and is ready to crochet on.

 As I wrote this post I was entertained by Harry attempting to get his bone (that is inside his crate) from outside the crate.

 Needless to say it was highly frustrating for him and highly entertaining for me.

 To his credit, he was a problem solver and kept at it. He even tried to pull his blanket through the crate in an effort to free the bone from it’s cage.

In the end, he thought better of the “outside the crate” thinking and went into the crate to retrieve his bone.  Atta boy, sometimes it is better to think inside the box (or crate as the case can be).