Every so often I get a chance to relearn things that I already know. I’m not talking about the lessons that haven’t quite stuck yet – something that I have yet to learn is to wait a moment when I open the oven door. There is always a poof of steam and it always fogs up my glasses. Although I’ve been wearing glasses since I was five, and cooking with varying rates of success since I was ten or so, I have yet to not fog up my glasses when I go to check on something in the oven.
No, I’m talking about things that I really do know. In this case, it’s the fact that it’s a good idea to switch to a smaller size needle to do the ribbing at the hem of a sweater. I’ve learned this through reading (Elizabeth Zimmerman, you darling), and the hard way as well. “Why does that flip up like that and look floppy?… Maybe I’ll pick out the bind off and re knit the hem… Hey look that worked… Huh…”
I’ve had that one figured out for a long time, like, a decade plus. And given the amount I knit, I kind of feel like it’s the equivalent of knowing that a letter “t” needs to be crossed. It just does.
So imagine how agog I was when I looked at the sweater I’m working on* and realized that I’d charged through 2″ of ribbing at the hem and NEVER EVEN THOUGHT about changing needles. I did mull garter vs. seed stitch vs. ribbing; but changing needle size? It literally NEVER CROSSED MY MIND. I don’t think the capslock button is accurately reflecting how agog I am that. I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT.
I’m proud to say that at least I DID actually look at what I was doing once I realized it, and evaluated it, instead of just telling myself that no, it will be perfectly fine just like it is, then casting off, then hating it.
Instead, I looked at it, yanked the needles out, yanked the ribbing out, found a smaller needle, picked up all the stitches, and resumed my K1, P1 rib. Although I’m filled with resentment about it**, I am almost done (again). Hopefully for reals this time; words don’t do this garment justice. It really needs pictures.
*Sweater is perhaps a generous term. It started off as an Enchanted Mesa, by Stephen West, but it’s taken some left turns and now is more like a tunic. I hope. The yarn is a 50/50 cotton wool that I overdyed a long time ago. Deliciously soft.
**My own darn fault. It never even crossed my mind!