Gah, completed a row 6 repeat last night and found 3 stitches at the end past the marker where there should have been 2. Think I sorted it (in that there are now two, tho I don't know if it's the right two!) but not sure if there is something else going wrong so I will have to wait for Tuesday now to be sure before going any further. And now I can't, I want to
Could well be pony related good mood that has boosted everything. Tuesday was certainly a very good day and I got the good news by text during the knitting group, tho I'd dashed out to shift my car as someone had spotted the traffic wardens who only come every few months or so but cause mayhem each time! Everything seems a little brighter for knowing Ribh is in good hands and tho the photos don't look like the pony I sent away, it is at least a live pony and recognisable as mine. I hadn't realised quite how huge the weight of guilt and worry had been, it was just one of many worries but clearly a larger one than I gave credit for.
The more likely immediate cause of my mistake yesterday is that I've had the cold since Tuesday too, and am a little under the weather so that may also account for the lack of concentration, but I didn't feel up to doing very much else and thought another row or two might occupy my time profitably..
Should have known
Ina, I had a friend whose mother used to knit me socks - the first were a christmas gift and after that I provided her with a ball of wool once a year and she did the socks when she had the need for knitting socks! Sadly her daughter and I aren't on such good terms these days so I have no new socks til I can knit some myself. That feels a long way off but I have to admit to the ambition to have a go one day
When/if I get to that point, no doubt I'll be bothering you for advice every few minutes
My own mum was addicted to children's jumpers - sent them away to any ongoing charity appeal, be it Romanian orphanages, African disaster appeals or Tsunami, earthquake or war related events around the globe, there are probably children whose parents handed down my mum's knitting to them by now
Sadly I wasn't keen on wearing scratchy wool in the days when I actually fitted her chosen addiction style, but I do still have a couple of wee cardis she made me and they're treasured. Maybe there is a charity appeal that would love a donation of socks and provide wool for you from their donations from others, so that you aren't put out financially by your generosity of time? I picture African children wearing mum's sweaters kept for them by their mothers who received them in some Oxfam pack a couple of decades ago - maybe they could also have a pair of your socks on
Can anyone tell me what Noro wool needs in terms of a pattern, what it might make that isn't too scary and preferably doesn't have to end up a particular size within a specific number of rows let alone match another similar piece as a pair?
