Tesla on the needles!
It’s actually a bit more open and lacy than it appears in this photo.
Aarghh!!!
Notice that I got Tesla twisted on the needles, not once, but twice! I am knitting in the round, there is no way to untwist this mess. I can’t decide which is worse, that I let this happen, or that it took me so long to notice.
I hadn’t done this kind of thing for years, since I was a beginning knitter. About 12 years ago I tried my first circular-knit sweater and I got it all twisted — a horror show. Afterward, I could never figure out how it happened since the difference between the knit and purl side was so obvious, well I guess it wasn’t obvious to me then… I would have said only stupid knitters did things like that.
Wrong!!
Well, as a feeble excuse the sweater is in garter stitch so the inside and outside do look much alike. I must have gotten it twisted early on, before I could really see what I was doing clearly. I was knitting on the Taconic and the yarn is kind of tricky until you get the hang of it. Any excuse will do at this point.
The worst thing is, I noticed the twist on the way home from Pittsfield, soon after we left, with a whole 1 1/2 hours in the car ahead of me. Did I start to rip? No. I dreaded casting on in the car, thin yarns with thick nubbins, DANGER ON CURVES. I could see myself loosing count and starting over and over. I could see myself trying to use stitch markers to keep the count and dropping them every time we went over a bump. The car would be littered with hundreds of little tiny round stitch markers and there would be nary a one for my knitting. No I did not rip.
Did I have another project with me, perhaps the socks? NO, of course not, it was only an afternoon trip.
What did I do? I did what any compulsive knitter faced with an hour and a half trapped in a car would do. I kept knitting, even though I knew I would have to rip it out as soon as I got home. Better to knit anything than to sit there like a lump, bored to tears, squirming around in the car seat making a nuisance of myself. You think children chanting "are we there yet" is annoying; you haven’t heard an uncomfortable, bored, peevish adult without her knitting.
And so rip I did:
Tabasco thought she would offer advice.
And so I am back at the beginning. Tomorrow.
Tesla and I have played long enough today.