This afternoon I picked up my knitting, determined to finish the first sleeve of the Tinder cardigan I am making for Emma. I am right at the point of shaping the armholes, and given that the sweater is in worsted weight wool, this should be a fairly quick endeavor. Although the body of the sweater is knit in a waffle stitch, the sleeves are in reverse stockinette. The instructions say to finish on a wrong side row, and then on the next row, a RS (right side) row, to bind off 5 stitches. OK, easy enough…..
Except that it’s been a long time since I’ve knit in reverse stockinette, in which the purl side is the right side and the knit side is the wrong side. So, I somehow convince myself that I need to purl one more row before starting the armhole bind-offs. So, I purl a row, and get set to start the bind-offs on the next row. I realize that it is the knit side of the fabric which is facing me, thus the wrong side, which means that I shouldn’t have purled that row. So, I rip it out and start again. I purl a row with the 5 bound-off stitches, get to the next row and again convince myself that I am doing something wrong. I ‘tink’ the row back and try again, this time getting two rows with bind-offs finished and again somehow convince myself that something is wrong. (I love the word ‘tink’, which refers to taking each stitch out, one at a time, thus unravelling your knitting – ‘tink’ is knit spelled backwards.) I read the pattern innumerable times, somehow continually mis-reading and confusing which page of the pattern I am on.
I manage to knit and rip and knit and rip a number of times (for the sake of not looking like an idiot here, we will refrain from mentioning how many times). Eventually, I get it right – hooray! – and only then remember that I am knitting the sleeves in a size XS, even though the sweater is knit in a size S – thus I should have bound off 4 stitches each row instead of 5 – RIP!!!!
At this point, I decide it is best to give up and do something else: write a post, maybe read a book. Sometimes the secret is to know when to give up.
On another topic entirely, yesterday was our 25th wedding anniversary. Every year has been a joy, even when life threw us curve balls. Today starts the next 25 years – no ‘tinking’ required.