Sometimes I just want to knit and not have to think about what I’m doing. Works nicely when I want to read or surf the ‘Net. Usually works out just fine…a scarf or a pair of booties or a hat etc.
I had seen Yarn Harlot’s One Row Scarf (gorgeous yarn she had) and wanted one. So I got my Twilley’s Freedom Spirit and cast on. This was the scarf I set on fire. So I’ve started over. And I keep messing it up. How in the hell does one mess up K2, Kthruback, purl 1 repeat?
I manage. I’ve had to tink several times since starting over. It’s embarassing! I was getting angry until I saw the humour. I don’t think this scarf wants to be knit. Is it the yarn? Seems perfectly fine to me. I like it rather well. Needles? John Rivers commuters of which I am inordinately fond (I like short needles). Don’t know. Whatever it is, this simple scarf has become symbolic of my refusal to give up.
I expect that before this is done (and it was almost done before I lit the damn thing on fire) I shall have had several more arguments with it.
Sometimes I wonder what knitting is trying to tell me. I suspect this item is screaming something at me and I’m just too thick to get it. We’ll see.
