So much knitting happening, and so little to show for it. Enough frogging has happened to overpopulate the local swamps with the little green creatures.
I have found myself guilty of ignoring the inner voice. The Spirit Trail Frija sock (MCN) bit the dust. I was all the way to the toe decreases when I paused to try it on. The yarn had looked a bit thicker, so I had decreased from my usual 68 stitches to 64. Since the yarn is slightly more loosely spun than many (think Wollmeise or Plucky Knitter Primo), perhaps it bloomed into the stitches, filled them in. I was knitting a cardboard sock. I frogged back to the start of the heel flap. I looked at the ankle, and put in down for several days. Bowing to the wisdom of the inevitable, I frogged back to the cuff, and restarted the whole d*** thing. (Frija on top, good sock on bottom in the picture.)
Then there was that Wollmeise sock. While I spent time figuring out the Frija sock problems, I started another sock. This yarn is tightly spun, and looked a touch thinner than the usual. I cast on 72 stitches. How much did I knit before I could truly judge that it was too BIG? Three or four inches into the ankle, the frog pond overflowed once more.
I am now keeping a sock in my sock bag. A fully finished sock that fits me well, that I will measure each sock against....I am so tired of frogging work that does not fit.
Sock frogging probably breaks few hearts, and will earn little blog sympathy. How about if I tell you I am two rows into the endless ruffle of And So Are You, and I am trying to figure out if my garter stitch edge is too tight? I slipped all the stitches onto a 60" KnitPix cable, and have to add a connector and more cable to truly get it to stretch out. Some modest blocking will happen, then assessment. I am crossing my fingers that I don't have start over. Again.
The other thing that happend with the shawl was a nasty hole at the K1P1K1 increase in the ruffle. I will not show a picture of it. Half of you would say it looked FINE, and half would say that if it bothered me, I was smart to rip. My thoughts were with the second camp. Maybe, just maybe, it would have been fine. But envisioning ripping out 13 rows of 500+ stitches each felt far worse than ripping out 3 rows of 400+ stitches. I tinked. My substitute (per Rav finished project notes) will be to sub in a M1R/K1/M1L increase instead. My heart does not swell with joy anticipating this. Fiddly. But I will pull up my big girl panties and just do it. The edge assessment, however, comes first.
I'll stop complaining now.
The hummingbirds have returned. The slackers came later this year than ever before. The boy arrived three days before the girl. Their tiny and mighty presence is wonderful. The porch doesn't seem exactly right until they are here.
NHS&W is here and gone. The vendors were great. The venue change is mostly a win. The map in the program was inadequate. They needed a listing in the program as to the location of vendors. Food appeared to be the same in both locations. Parking is closer, but there is a significant incline between the parking and the fairgrounds. I'm sure the vendors had issues with where they were forced to park to unload (far, far away). Growing pains for the festival in a new place? I trust it is only that.