I am sitting on the floor, staring at a piece of knitting.
Doug: “What’s up?”
Kelly: “I picked up a bunch of stitches along this edge about a year ago and worked some moss stitch. I want to go back to it now, but I don’t know what size needle I was using.”
Doug: “Isn’t there a needle in it?”
Kelly: “Apparently not. I must have needed the needle for something else and pulled it out. I didn’t take any notes.”
Doug: “Really? How could you not write it down?
Kelly: “Well, I didn’t. So now, I have two choices. I can rip out what I’ve done and start again, or I can guess at the needle size I used, knit an inch or so and then see if the gauge changes.”
Doug: “It’s a 6.”
Doug: “You used a size 6 needle.”
Kelly: “How do you know that?”
Doug: “Every time you can’t find a needle, it’s is size 6.”
Doug: “Besides, it looks like a 6.”
Kelly: “You are sitting way over there, looking at these tiny stitches, and it looks like I knitted them with a size 6 needle?”
I pick up the stitches and knit for a bit and check my gauge.
Yep. It’s a 6.