So I'm knitting a triangular shawl for a friend, at her request. I love the pattern, I love the fact that three days after I started hankering to knit lace she asked me to do this, I love the new book I went and bought (Knitting Lace Triangles) For those of you who know what I'm talking about - I'm knitting it in a DK weight cotton and I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much I love the cotton. It's Butterfly Super 10 by El D Mouzakis and oh my goodness is it knitting up nicely. It's the perfect knitting experience - nice sharp Addi lace needles, lovely yarn, great pattern ...
There's only one row on the pattern I need to be a bit careful of, because it gets me every time. Every time.
So an hour ago, when TechnoBoy went to bed, I said "Let me just finish this row. It's the tricky one, and I don't want to stop in the middle of it."
And then my brain said BEEP. Tricky row! After midnight? You sure about that, sunshine?
Oh pish tosh, I told my brain. It's just one row.
I finished the row. I started the next one, and my brain said Do you think you should count your stitches?
Nah, I said. It's going really well.
I counted as I knit. It's pretty easy to tell where halfway is, and at halfway, the count was right. I stopped counting.
Hey? my brain asked. What makes you so sure you're only ever going to make a mistake on that half of the row?
Oh FINE, I told my nagging brain. I will count the stitches and you will SHUT UP, okay?
I counted. And counted again. And then a third time, just in case my brain was messing with me.
The bright side? The whole time I was picking back and fixing it, I was thinking - Hey I can blog this!