Six of Spaids

Will: You’re like a piece of meat.

Me: What?!? I can’t believe you just said that!

Will: You should take it as a compliment, I like meat. Give me a kiss, you big steak.

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This really happened.

Remember this?

I worked on it like c.r.a.z.y!

I mean. Knitting every chance I could get. Kids in the bath? Knit a round. Dinner’s cooking? Knit a round. Ten minutes until naps? Let the kids run and knit a round.

So. I was getting pretty far along, about to separate the sleeves from the body.

I stayed up until 1:00 am to finish my first skein of yarn – I like to give myself little “goals” like that, to help push through the project quickly.

Well. After finishing that I thought – hey, I’ll just check out the pattern and see what the next step is!

Oh man. Turns out I had been doing it wrong. I missed a crucial instruction. It was in bold type in the directions. I really and truly have no idea how I missed it. Really. The directions said to do some increases every other round. I had been doing it EVERY round.

So then I stayed up another hour threading it on  a different string so I could try it on to see if it would still work.

It won’t. Well, it might, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take in a project of this magnitude and expense.

This was on Tuesday night (Wednesday morning, technically). I haven’t touched it since. I haven’t ripped out the stitches.

I know it’s childish. I’m just so sad! When I was reading the directions and saw my mistake, I just felt my stomach drop down. It’s probably around 10 hours of knitting, and it’s definitely thousands of stitches.
It needs to be ripped out all the way to the neckline.

Another view.

How far I was.

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Sigh.

Anybody have any stories like this?

Hours of work wasted?

Tell me it will be okay! Haha :)

Thanks for reading my silliness.

xoxo

Red velvet. Cream cheese something filling. Butter-cream frosting.

*I didn’t make this.

Hope you had a great weekend!

“What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s *personal* to a lot of people. And what’s so wrong with being personal, anyway?”… “ Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.” – Kathleen Kelly, You’ve Got Mail.