I swear, if I didn’t know better I’d think this thing does NOT want to be knitted by me. Under any circumstance. Ever.
Remember I showed you the Honey Cowl when I had just cast on? Well… about midway through I realised I had ‘misread’ the pattern and it looked all wrong. (You know how that happens. You are so eager to get started, you just don’t pay any real attention. We have this saying in Holland: ‘An ass never hits the same stone twice’. I bet you can guess what that makes me.)
So I frogged the whole thing and started over. That time I made a mistake in casting on: too few stitches and I wanted the long version of the cowl, not the medium one. Frogged, again. Cast on 220 stitches (which is a lot of casting on for a single cowl if you realise I had already done 220 at least twice (I always miscount once) and then another 160) and knitted happily along, hoping I could still get some wear out of this lovely yarn before winter really ends (we are set for one last cold bout, apparently).
And now it’s a bloody Möbius. Grrrrr.
See this twist, where the fabric wraps around the needle? It is NOT supposed to do that! I am going to have to frog the whole thing once again. And I’m seriously wondering if I should just let it be for now and try again next fall. Except the yarn and pattern combination is just so damned pretty. And I want this cowl. NOW! My vintage ochre Balenciaga bag is languishing in my cabinet waiting for this cowl. So what is a girl to do?
I am going to cast on, again, with a lot of moaning and grumbling.
Am I an ass if I ask what else could possibly go wrong with this thing?