Sometimes I think that knitting has to be the ultimate practice in patience. Sure, I could but a scarf for $5 at Target, but I’d rather spend a year knitting one with $14 worth of yarn. Knitting, screwing up, ripping out, starting again, this is my knitting life.
This past Wednesday I finished my first wristwarmer. I cast it off the needles, tried it on my hand, and… meh. It was OK, but I could do better. The thumbhole was a little small. I should have made it ten stitches wide, not six. The cuff rolled up, I would have preferred to have a ribbed cuff. So I took one last look at my two weeks of knitting work, sighed, and ripped it back to nothing.
I’ve started over with the ribbed cuff, and I think I’m going to like it much better. At this rate, I should have both writswarmers done at the end of November provided I don’t tear them apart again. Patience, must have patience…
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