I plunked myself down next to my daughter Michelle. She is not a knitter. (I have not yet given up hope.)
“So I had this new yarn, and it sparked an idea I wanted to try, but I wanted to do a practice run first, so I grabbed a yarn that was what I wanted and I got started and. But. It’s tightly spun and it’s not soft enough against the neck, and I want soft enough against the neck, and I looked at it and I looked at this sock yarn by Creatively Dyed and I thought hey, those two knitted together would be really pretty and make a great baby blanket! Machine washable wool for a new mom. Practical!
But it would mean ripping out what I just did.” And I explained why I wanted that particular color, super soft or no super soft. “And you’re the closest thing here to a knitter to ask.”
Her face was getting more and more impish as she tried not to burst out laughing. We both knew what was coming next.
“Well, you either keep going or you rip it out.” With the unspoken, my Mom is asking ME for yarn advice.
We both laughed, I got up, I started to go back to my perch in the other room and turned and added, “And sometimes you throw it in a corner and look at it the next day.”
And then, she’s right, Eurypides. Because that baby blanket idea is just too good to pass up.