So, I didn't actually knit for about a week. It all started when I grabbed my Kindle and not my knitting to take with me while I took mom for an eye dilation appointment. I ended up reading a couple of books last week instead of knitting. It happens from time to time.
Then, yesterday, I was ready to start again, and if you're keeping track of the numbers, you'll see that I got a fair amount done. The scarf was longer than the measurement part of my tape measure. The key word being was.
I knitted on and off for quite a while yesterday. I'd pick it up between doing other things around the house and put it back down again. Unfortunately, the last time I picked it up, something BAD happened. All the stitches jumped off the needle and several of them started to drop down through the scarf.
I looked at it for a (little) while, and then I made a choice. I could spend at least an hour if not more, picking up all the stitches, attempting to fix all the ladders, and hoping that I could get the whole thing back on the needles and finished. Or I could chuck it.
I didn't quite chuck it, but I did spend just a couple of minutes unraveling (frogging) it and rewinding the yarn into a cake. There are a few reasons I made this choice.
1. The project had served its purpose which was to build muscle memory for lever knitting.
2. I almost never wear scarves.
3. I put it around my neck, and it was itchy. I have a fairly high itch tolerance, and don't have a problem wearing most wool next to my skin, but neck skin (like all erogenous zones) is pretty sensitive. If something itches, chances are I'm not going to wear it, and if I find it itchy, the most likely recipient (my lovely daughter, Ms. Thang), would be even more bothered by it.
1. The project had served its purpose which was to build muscle memory for lever knitting.
2. I almost never wear scarves.
3. I put it around my neck, and it was itchy. I have a fairly high itch tolerance, and don't have a problem wearing most wool next to my skin, but neck skin (like all erogenous zones) is pretty sensitive. If something itches, chances are I'm not going to wear it, and if I find it itchy, the most likely recipient (my lovely daughter, Ms. Thang), would be even more bothered by it.
In the end, not a terribly hard choice, and not one that I lost any sleep or shed any tears over.
Farewell, Anger and Despair Scarf, your job is done now. Of course the big question is how to notate the Rav project. It's like Schrodinger's Cat, it's both a finished object and a frogged project.
Decisions, decisions.
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