My husband asked me recently if I had ever had a student at the yarn shop where I teach stump me in three years of teaching. I answered honestly, no, I had never been stumped. I do not consider myself a knitting know it all but I knit for hours every day and like most knitters I know have an extensive knitting library. All that reading eventually sticks.
But this week it is all gone. I have completely lost my knitting mojo and to the most inconsequential of knitting projects. I regularly cast on 500 stitches for very complex multicolor Fair Isle sweaters and then cut them open with barely a fair thee well. This little cowl I designed kicking me in the butt is humilitating on many levels. It is due in two weeks, (rather than two days) which is wonderful because I spent 10 hours casting on and ripping back 5 times in one day. It is a simple cabled cowl, in bulky weight yarn. I knock these things out in a day, usually. Hubris gave me a smack down. Apparently I can't count. I thought I had counting mastered pretty young too. But I have seen the errors of my thinking and now know that counting to 130 is beyond my capabilities. I can't know that I can't count until I knit 9 rounds of ribbing (each of the five times) on those 130 stitches and then set up for the cable pattern. Then it is blaringly obvious I can't count.
So let this be a lesson...don't count your cables before they are set. Or you'll be tempted to start drinking, ask me how I know.
Now just because I think every post should include pictures... some gratuitous Thanksgiving photos.
Oh, and Charlie was home!!!!