The garden floozies call seductively from the yard each day. Knitting focus is difficult. I've whittled the single sock WIPS to a more manageable struggle. That can only mean that I have finally rewarded myself with another cast-on.
Intellectually, I knew that the yarn was a clone of Kidsilk Haze. Memories from knitters' reports of KSH tinking and frogging disasters lingered in my knitting mental database. Nine rows and one big mistake into the pattern (the first real pattern row), I thought it would easier to frog and restart than to tink.
Now I know MORE than intellectually about the problems with ripping back mohair/silk. Chastened, more cautious, I cast on once again. I'm past the set-up, done with Chart A, and through the first repeat of Chart B. Lifelines are in. (I doubt even they will save me from the clawing, grabbing strands of mohair that throttle each mistaken stitch.)
Slowly. Carefully. (Beware of overconfidence.)
Those ladies parading in the garden now are quite distracting. Leda, Queen of Sparta, Mother of Castor and Pollux, was seducing a wild honeybee.A more seductive shot of Leda proves that she is more than a one blossom wonder.
Crossing garden with fiber, I ordered one in Lilac. She is lovely, a close match to the maple of the spindle.
That is an Abby batt taking shape on her (Corriedale, mohair, tussah, angelina).