Tink. Frog. Rip out and start over.
I had to undo several weeks of knitting last night. Every pattern for something knit in the round tells you to be very careful before joining the knitting in a circle. If you have just one twisted stitch, it will turn your smooth round piece into a disastrous twisted curly-cue.
It took me four inches of knitting to realize that what was going on. It took me ten minutes to undo it. It’s called “tinking” (“tink” is, cleverly, “knit” backwards). It’s also called “frogging” because you “rip it” (i.e. “ribbit”) out.
It’s brutal and starting over is often the only solution. Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Sixth
A short post this week as I spent three days of it unwell. Not sure if it’s hormonal tsunamis or migraines or the flu, but I was quite miserable and unable to function. It’s been beautiful out, so no fewer than three neighbors spent those same days working on roofs, decks, or other construction projects from 8 am to about 4, adding to the already solid chorus of landscaping activities. These are not things that make a migraine/hormonal surge/flu any better, but they are part of life here in Pleasant Valley. Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Fifth
Everything they say about Labs is true.
I now call him Dogus, as does most of the family, and since he doesn’t respond to any name, nor to most commands, nor to squeaky toys, it’s purely for my own amusement.
In the last four weeks, he’s eaten my daughter’s birthday cake, an entire loaf of bread, two blueberry English muffins, a bag of potato chips, two donuts (and the box), and…
half of a raspberry danish.
Continue reading We’re Not the Bloodhound Gang, But There’s Trouble and We’re There on the Double