I'm feeling a bit of kinship with the Yarn Harlot today.
She freely admits that she has days when she's counting impaired. Monday, it's clear that I was truly counting impaired. I was knitting that first lovely row of the shawl I'm calling Inebriate of Air, but whose designer called Emily Dickinson, when I was evidently afflicted with an inability to discern the difference between 15 and 16.
The shawl's chart clearly shows that one should "bead 1, knit fifteen, bead 1, knit fifteen.... and so on". But I somehow read "bead 1, knit sixteen" instead. I did that for somewhat more than half of the row (i.e. just over 250 stitches) before catching on. I only caught on because Kitty, who is knitting the same shawl, got to the end and didn't have enough stitches.
I was not amused. She was not amused. We were collectively, unamused.
But, we were also collectively reconciled to the fact that we'd have to fix it.
Then, I was felled by a migraine that pretty much had me in bed for two solid days. Cause and effect? who knows. I'd prefer not to repeat the experiment. I mean seriously, pain so bad I could not read. Knitting was right out of the realm of possibility. That ol' ice pick behind the eyes kind of pain. I'm told I whimpered. She soldiered on, and got a lot of her beads moved.
Tonight, my head having given up the drama, I returned to the scene of my crime, and set about rearranging some beads.... That meant slipping everything back to about stitch 16. and then taking beads off the wrong stitches, and putting beads onto the right ones. I thought I was meticulous in my counting. I recounted every set of fifteen twice. But then, I let someone talk to me... and about 2/3 of the way through, I must have missed. Because when I got to the end, I didn't have enough stitches.
I went back and counted stitches between beads. Again.
And I found on set with sixteen stitches in it. I've slipped back to the offending bead, and am, once again, going along slipping, beading, un-beading, slipping. I think the yarn just wanted me to have done that to the WHOLE row and not just half.
Its a darned good thing this silk feels so nice in my hands, that's all I'm sayin'.
But if my migraine is back in the morning, well... we'll know why.






I've been dealing with migraines. Do they travel in packs, do ya think?
Actually I'm wondering if this headache is from 1) the new thyroid meds or 2) the fact that I f'ed up my back a week ago somehow. We'll see if the massage helps it, if so I'm blaming the back. If not, I may be switching drugs.
Posted by: Colleen G | July 01, 2010 at 08:49 AM
Headache debilitation? Right there with you. Thank goodness for the healing power of Yarn That Feels Nice.
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