Bumpy Road
I'm not sure what I did to my knee, but it has swollen to twice its normal size and hurts like the dickens, however that's supposed to hurt. Thank goodness for frozen peas!
And while I waited for my knee to calm down, I tried that new hem I've learned--knitting the hem, then picking up the cast on stitches and knitting them together with the row on top of the hem--on the second try of the Scandinavian sweater I posted about last time. It seems there were not enough stitches in the printed pattern to accommodate the flower motifs, and I had to Frog the whole two inches I'd already knitted. While I was at it, I decided to make the hem a little fancier by faggoting the edge. I love it!
When I finished the hem, I started on the pattern rows, only to find out I'd counted the little, tiny squares wrong, and am in the process of ripping out the first row. It seemed like a good time to blog. This time I know there are enough stitches, because I'm deviating from the printed pattern, counting my own stitches required, and thinking about how I can vary the part above the flowers on the border.
And may I beg your indulgence while I brag about my son? He has just moved back to Nashville to run Chef Jonathan Waxman's new restaurant, Adele. They've just opened this week, and I haven't been able to visit him yet because he's so busy. But I will be in Nashville the moment he has a free day. I'm so proud!
And while I waited for my knee to calm down, I tried that new hem I've learned--knitting the hem, then picking up the cast on stitches and knitting them together with the row on top of the hem--on the second try of the Scandinavian sweater I posted about last time. It seems there were not enough stitches in the printed pattern to accommodate the flower motifs, and I had to Frog the whole two inches I'd already knitted. While I was at it, I decided to make the hem a little fancier by faggoting the edge. I love it!
When I finished the hem, I started on the pattern rows, only to find out I'd counted the little, tiny squares wrong, and am in the process of ripping out the first row. It seemed like a good time to blog. This time I know there are enough stitches, because I'm deviating from the printed pattern, counting my own stitches required, and thinking about how I can vary the part above the flowers on the border.
And may I beg your indulgence while I brag about my son? He has just moved back to Nashville to run Chef Jonathan Waxman's new restaurant, Adele. They've just opened this week, and I haven't been able to visit him yet because he's so busy. But I will be in Nashville the moment he has a free day. I'm so proud!
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