So I’m knitting along on my cabley sweater, feeling like, I’m such a good knitter, and of course that is never something to think because then the world wants to let you know you’re just not so hot. Channi came over and took one look and said, ‘Look, you crossed a cable wrong almost exactly where I did on that sweater!!’
She’s a brat. But totally right:
That needle is pointing right where the cable that should have gone under but instead went over. Pretty sure it’s not my fault though. Pretty sure.
Sidenote: I’m more inclined to rip/frog than not, so the thought of leaving a mistake in the knitting is not really possible.
Unfortunately, I’ve seen Yarn Harlot’s post about bravely cutting open her sweater and performing miraculous surgery on it, so I can’t really just frog it even if it’s only 10 or something rows. That would be giving in to the fear. I think. But this sweater has sat for a week or so because I can’t make myself cut into it when I don’t know what I’m doing.
Well, then Hubby says, rather smartly, “Knit up a swatch with a crossed cable and practice on that.” Brilliant. So just giving myself the benefit of the doubt, I knit up a swatch with many cables crossed to practice on.
Practice 1: Where I should have realized that the loops on top were unrelated to the surgery and ended up with weird worms of yarn all over the place.
Practice 2: Inserted needles above and below the row I was planning to cut and cut and carefully tugged out the strand.
Honestly though, I’d taken a couple from the wrong row, and the top row stitches on my needles ended up being to the left of the stitches on my bottom row needle. So I fussed with it a bit and got the right stitches, I think. I then proceeded to Kitchener, taking into account some stitches are purls and that is where somehow I got a bit…..in the weeds.
I guess I don’t understand stitches as well as I thought (and because the world wants to make sure I know just how not a great knitter I am, its being clearly illustrated). The top ones of course, are half a row off from the bottom ones, like any provisional-type cast on gives you. I haven’t Kitchenered purl stitches before. It just didn’t look right. I started to feel slightly panicked. Hubby told me to put it away and come back to it.
I didn’t get back to it last night, but I will. And not next year either.
At this point, I’m tempted to work with the swatch until I have it down, and then disregard all that and frog the real sweater down and knit it right just in case. But that is the scaredy-cat side of me. There is another side saying no mis-crossed cable will get the better of me and if I don’t do this entirely, I will never be able to call myself a real knitter again!!
TO BE CONTINUED…