I had the best of intentions to knit a child-sized gansey last month. I had my yarn, and I had my pattern. I had even knit an adult-sized sweater for myself last November so I knew I was capable of completing a smaller sweater.
Only, I didn’t.
The problem began when my husband and I drove separately to visit our parents Labor Day weekend. Ordinarily, that should have been ten easy hours of knitting time for me as a passenger.
I did manage to cast on that weekend (on a boat, in a lake, in the mountains of West Virginia). Unfortunately, back on dry land, I discovered the worst thing that could happen to someone who is joining well over 100 stitches in the round: a twist.
I ripped it out, and started the channel island cast on again when we got back to Virginia. It is a tedious cast-on which requires a breather afterwards. Then church commitments picked back up, preschool drop offs and pick ups, a birthday party and prayer breakfast hosting duties, projects in the new house, husband’s three extended business travels — all this left me too tired to think about knitting once the girls finally asleep at night. Before I realized it, the month of September had concluded.
Yesterday, one of the girls was sick, and I knew that I could get away with knitting as I sat by her side. I worked a few more rows to take a picture of the progress… It was then as I admired my work, I saw the fatal flaw: another twist.
The project and I aren’t on speaking terms right now.