You see this nice, innocent picture? With the shawl kind of doubled over on itself so it doesn’t look so big, but, it is. The color of the yarn is pretty true on my screen. A bit slippery with silk, a bit dark to work with in a room that could stand to have a little more light in the evenings, which is my prime knitting time. We even went out shopping for a new lamp while I was working on it, but didn’t find one we liked yet. Not to mention, I can’t go near fluorescent ones–please, nobody recommend the Otts here. Thanks.
I snapped this photo and then went to block it. Which, as I started to stretch it out on the guest bed, is when the dropped stitch started to run. And it was a double decrease, meaning one dropped stitch instantly turned into three lines of yarn droppings. (Yes, Mom, I said that. )
Right dead center of the whole thing. I’d gone merrily right past it, closing the gap after it. Totally unsalvageable–there’s no way to recover that and make it look right. All I can do is wait for it to dry and then buy me half an Ocean’s worth of frogs to get back to that point. Dang.
(Edited to add: hmm. I could perhaps weave one small length through, working things back together and fastening the stitches in place and Russian-splicing that into the ongoing yarn. I’ll have to experiment and see if I can get it to look good enough and be safe enough from running again to satisfy me. But I’m picky, and rightfully so.)