That was the trip that was(n't)
Knitting was done, please note Mr India, and even a spot of crochet. The wine consumed had nothing to do with the cancellation of yesterday's trip to The Gate Inn - believe me, nothing as minute as a tiny hangover would've got between me and a meal at t'Gate.This post could easily have been named 'The Incompetent Knitter'. Brier is at it again. Look There I was, doing what us knitters love best, the seaming at the end, when something was brought kicking and screaming to my attention. Despie lots of care (!) I managed to have one of the fronts longer from armhole to shoulder than it should be. No manner of easing was going to make more than an inch disappear. I couldn't face yet more re-knitting, so I've decided to have myself a Kitchener party. Careful calculation informs me that I need to make 8 rows disappear. I'll be counting carefully, ever so carefully. Paloma has gone to the frog pond. I just wasn't feeling the love. And only too soon this little imp was whispering in my ear
One final thought. Having decided
accidentally at last to avail myself of the spell check, why on Earth would anyone dream of replacing 'Knitter's' with 'Janitor's' ?
Answers on a postcard.....