It is 18 degrees and sunny out this morning but I have opened and then closed the blind on the french door after another bird bumped the window. I think they see the reflection of the outside when the blind is up and try to fly through it. I will just turn on my little lamp and work by that rather than risk having another accident outside.
I’ve been away a few days working on the ugly afghan as well as attending to some household chores. Last night as I picked up the crochet hook and yarn I noticed I had made an error a couple of rows back in my work. Now a couple of rows doesn’t sound like much unless your row is seven feet long. So you can understand why I decided to try and fix it instead of correcting it.
It was only a little mistake and with a little finagling I should be able to fix it satisfactorily. So I proceeded to add another three rows before I put it down for the night. But every time I passed the spot I had tried to fix I remembered the mistake. It had been only a few rows back and had I corrected it my conscience would have been cleared to continue. After I laid down last night I thought that If I had only corrected that spot I wouldn’t feel so bad about working more on the afghan.
This morning when I got up I decided to rip it out to the mistake and correct it.
As I pulled the work apart I noticed in some cases I had double crocheted five instead of four stitches that were called for in the pattern. As I ripped closer to my original mistake I found some loose stitches. I had stopped winding the yarn I was ripping out and the pile of at my feet was growing larger. I was now within two rows of the last color I had added this to and I decided that it was not time to use this brown combination now. I ripped out the remaining brown and this was what I had.
I selected this combination instead.
I will pick up my project a little later today, try to forget that I have twice ripped parts of it out, and continue on with a clear conscience.
In searching for some of my Neal Gaiman novels over the weekend I couldn’t find them. I don’t know if I had borrowed some of them from someone else and then returned them or had loaned them to someone and not gotten them back. So I decided to reorder them and be more careful about keeping track of them. I also wanted to obtain Ray Bradbury’s WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS so I ordered that also.
Now I have one more Gaiman book on pre order and I’ll try to catch up on these before I look for more.
Well it is the the month of the lion and the lamb so we will see how things go for every one. See you later!
The afghan is going to be a thing of beauty when you get it finished.
Having done the rip-out thing wa-ay too many times myself, I feel your pain.
Like you, I know the mistake will stay in my mind much longer than it would take to pull out the stitches and have a do-over.
Also, like you, I keep looking for something until I decide to order a replacement, then I find the first.
My WICKED cd will be next, because I learned has made its way to my son’s new place after he had to live here for 3 weeks due to a disaster at the apartment over the bookstore.
He says his roomie loves it, even plays it while alone at home.
So sorry for the ‘rip it out’ part; sometimes those moments DO inspire a change (hence, your new color change!) but still are no fun to deal with. Must say-you certainly wind your yarn into nice, neat balls!
Love ya!
Hugs;
Pammie