Who, her? She's slow.
Yo. I'm knitting this baby blanket for my cousin, who is not yet publicly expecting, but may announce sometime soon that she's in her second trimester. I like to be prepared, especially considering that I knit a blanket for the first one of my cousin's kids (well, the first to be born after I acquired my (dubious) knitting skillz) and the rest seem to take it as a matter of course that they will also receive them.
Each color in this blanket is used for two rows, then you do four rows of white. So I was knitting along, listening to the news, and came to the second row to do but couldn't figure out for the life of me why it didn't look the way it was supposed to look for the second row of color. So I undid the four white stitches at the end, trying to imagine what I could have done wrong, then re-did them, because I get confused easily and didn't want to forget to do them. Then I undid and re-did them again, still trying to figure out what was wrong.
This went on for twenty minutes or so of absent-minded, news-listening muttering, un-knitting, re-knitting, and muttering. I thought really hard about this.
Then I realized that the last row I had done was the second row of color. I thought that surely I'd remember having done it, because the stitches that you have to make are kind of weird, and I thought I couldn't forget that I'd just done over 50 weird stitches. Apparently I did, though, because the next two rows of white look really good.
I bet it would take me half the time to make one of these things if not for detours such as that.
Each color in this blanket is used for two rows, then you do four rows of white. So I was knitting along, listening to the news, and came to the second row to do but couldn't figure out for the life of me why it didn't look the way it was supposed to look for the second row of color. So I undid the four white stitches at the end, trying to imagine what I could have done wrong, then re-did them, because I get confused easily and didn't want to forget to do them. Then I undid and re-did them again, still trying to figure out what was wrong.
This went on for twenty minutes or so of absent-minded, news-listening muttering, un-knitting, re-knitting, and muttering. I thought really hard about this.
Then I realized that the last row I had done was the second row of color. I thought that surely I'd remember having done it, because the stitches that you have to make are kind of weird, and I thought I couldn't forget that I'd just done over 50 weird stitches. Apparently I did, though, because the next two rows of white look really good.
I bet it would take me half the time to make one of these things if not for detours such as that.
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