Ripit, ripit, ribbit, ribbit

I achieved the thumb gusset!!!

Flushed with triumph, I set it aside for work the next day.

At which point I somehow started knitting backwards.

Everything reversed. The knitting went inside out.

I frogged back a ways and re-started, but I’d lost track of where I was in the cabling and the stitches had all gone back on the needles caddywampus, fiber was splitting, there were suddenly too many stitches, and it was clear that it was going to be a disorganized mess right on the back of my hand where I’d see it every damn day and it would drive me nuts.

So I frogged it all.

There is something so satisfying about frogging a project, like I’ve said before. The chance to get it right the next time, yes, but also the actual feeling of unraveling.

Material unravels with a satisfying pop pop pop, organized and clear and pleasant.

Next run at this one, I am going to put in some save-threads at key points, so I can unravel back to them and know where I started. Once after I reach the wrist, once as I start the thumb gusset, once after I begin the ribbing.

If you plan ahead in knitting, you can unravel purposefully and only to a certain point.

People unravel far less prettily, especially me. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wish I could be more like my knitting.


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