Yarned if you do
Saturday October 08th 2011, 11:07 pm
Filed under: Family,Friends,Knit

Our ladder walked off on its own at some point in the past we know not of. I put out a plea and I do mean plea to our ward chat list; Glenn responded near-instantly. We ran very gratefully off with his ladder and Richard climbed up on our roof, relieved to finally be able to get at that furnace.

It’s working now.

My knitting, not so much. The poor guy spent several hours this evening (and that was only half of it) listening to me muttering under my breath from across the room, “But this makes no *sense*!” I counted, I recounted, I “dear could you SIXTY EIGHT SIXTY NINE SEVENTY oh sorry, dear” knitted, I frogged, I wondered who on earth ever thought I knew how to do this. A designer? Are you kidding me?

I could have fudged that one stitch there. I refuse to fudge. Ripped! I can now tell you that the new Findley yarn from Juniper Moon Farm is not only super soft and deliciously shiny, but it holds up to being frogged and reknitted five times–and it will be again if I have to to get this to come out as perfect as it deserves. I know exactly how I want this pattern to look. A bunch of silly string is not going to defeat me!

I guess we got our heat back…

(Hastening back to the computer to add, he was a total sweetheart about it and I was trying to be. All it needed was for me to stop fussing over it and go do my treadmill time to clear my head. That seems to have done it. Tomorrow I should be able to just sit down, relax totally, and knit.)

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Hehe, unlike my dad who then helpfully throws in (the Dutch equivalent of) “Eleventy-two, eleventy-three,…” when mum is counting across the back of his sweater 😉

Comment by tinebeest 10.09.11 @ 1:59 am

The new guy is a knitter-in-remission. He learned to knit when he was in high school. He understands counting. I am so blessed.

Comment by Lynn 10.09.11 @ 5:51 am

The first thing they all learn is to NOT talk to you when you get louder and LOUDER counting.

Comment by afton 10.09.11 @ 6:09 am

And, we do this for fun and relaxation?

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 10.09.11 @ 6:20 am

Hem. Our ladder still sits against the corner of the house where the Knight last used it to repair those leaking skylights. Hem.

Comment by Channon 10.09.11 @ 8:15 am

As a former acCOUNTant, I understand the ‘don’t interrupt’ signals. Now it’s watching the seconds tick by as I hold my breath after inhaling one of my medical inhalers. “Don’t talk to me while I’m taking my medications.

Gee, you wouldn’t think a ladder could walk off very far on those spindly legs!

Comment by Don Meyer 10.09.11 @ 9:25 am

I got to teach a whole new crowd not to interrupt while I was counting up at Retreat this weekend. They were happy to comply when they figured I had knit the 3 items in the Silent Auction…

Comment by Ruth 10.09.11 @ 9:27 pm

Glad it’s going again! Funny how it’s the simplest little things that trip us up sometimes. I’ve just done a little of that myself lately…it’s always nice when it resolves itself!

Comment by Erica 10.10.11 @ 11:08 am

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