The things I do for my children. What a pain in the butt were these gloves! Originally, I had thoughts of just sewing up the holes, but the voices in my head started screaming, NOOO!!! So I gave in and took the whole @#$%^&* thing apart. Well, down to the bottom of the holes anyway. I saved the thumb and upper hand. I had visions of grafting them back on. Yeah. Right. I can barely tolerate grafting a dozen stitches at the top of a sock. Was I really going to graft sixty stitches? Delusions of grandeur I guess. What was I thinking? So I re-knit the rest of the glove using as much of the yarn I had un-knit. And that’s why the stripes aren’t right. You can’t have everything.
Tags: Delusions of grandeur, grafting a dozen stitches, Ravens gloves, re-knit, things I do for my children, un-knit
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 