Two rows, oh rats
There is a truism somewhere that talks about stranded knitting and talking. Not quite the same as walking and chewing gum which I think is entirely possible but more like the walking and texting which has proven to kill off more than a few pedestrians.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Bright, cheerful and hot. Let us not forget the hot.
I hauled along all the hitchhats and other projects which just needed an end or two woven in, the baby hitch hat which required me to pick out the provisional cast off and graft the two edges and a few things to show off. The stray ends were easy – thread, bury, snip and done.
Grafting? Probably should have, but get real. Just because I know how to graft garter stitch doesn’t mean that it is fun. Three needle bind-off and the busy work was done.
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Since I was just too insanely warm to deal with alpaca, I headed for Rauma (it needs a name).
I started here -
and then started chatting. I did a couple rows, no problems. Knit a couple more and stopped to double-check since I didn’t remember any location with 30-40 stitches of any one color solidly. Oops. For the next hour I very carefully tinked rows 30 & 31. Took less than 10 minutes to reknit both. Rational sense says an hour to get two rows meant it was time to go home!