Progress can be negative

And, it has been another rainy day. Every time I even thought about going for a walk or heading to the garage for some desperately needed organizing, the rain started again in downpour soaking fashion. So, of course, I avoided the same much needed organizing in the house.

After all, if I am going to be willfully blind to chaos, it should be all inclusive, right?

Instead I finished the Capricorn, which is the last of this year’s Tiny Modernist’s Zodiac SAL. I will feel like it was more of an accomplishment if I wasn’t starting at a few thousand more stitches to complete the frame.

I then bit the bullet and took out a whole section of another piece. This is the one where I had forgotten to mark off the overlap on PatternKeeper and had completed about 350 stitches in over three columns and in three rows from where they should have been. That might not make sense to you, but trust me, it is not a mistake I am going to make again.

But then, looking at it, I realized that I had made exactly that mistake when moving down from the previous row. Not horizontally for whatever reason, just vertically, there are three rows repeated from the first row to the second. Ripping out 2500+ stitches? Not likely…so I will have to see, with the next section, if complete fudging is possible..

 

Since I was already in a bad mood, I picked out a misshaped tree from Section 2 (out of 19) in Owl Forest’s Alice through the Looking Glass SAL. But the whole bottom half is now complete

Perhaps the only comforting thought I can offer myself is that each piece looked better with the mistakes out.

It was at this point that we were invaded.

I am not sure what the girls thought they were going to find, but where there are people, there must be food. Right?

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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