GASP
Last night I was crusing along on Ene, thinking it was possible for me to get through Chart 2, not just Chart 1 over the weekend. I was enjoying the mental break that is Chart 2. Then terror struck as I pushed my bunched up stitches down onto the cable and the cable popped out of its join.
GASP.
I froze.
I very gently put Ene down and walked away. Took a few deep breaths. Found some sock yarn and prayed that I was going to be able to catch the 30+ live stitches that were now hanging in midair. If not, I was going to have a meltdown.
Thankfully I was able to rescue the stitches. Whew! I shudder to think what would have happened a few rows earlier when I was doing YOs.
I emailed Knitpicks, hoping that they will replace it. I found a couple of other blog posts out there about the same thing happening to other people.
[I wanted to take a picture, but my husband has the camera and he is 250 miles away.]
Speaking of my husband, he let me know last night that his feet are cold and where are the new slippers I promised? Whoops. Better get on that.
GASP.
I froze.
I very gently put Ene down and walked away. Took a few deep breaths. Found some sock yarn and prayed that I was going to be able to catch the 30+ live stitches that were now hanging in midair. If not, I was going to have a meltdown.
Thankfully I was able to rescue the stitches. Whew! I shudder to think what would have happened a few rows earlier when I was doing YOs.
I emailed Knitpicks, hoping that they will replace it. I found a couple of other blog posts out there about the same thing happening to other people.
[I wanted to take a picture, but my husband has the camera and he is 250 miles away.]
Speaking of my husband, he let me know last night that his feet are cold and where are the new slippers I promised? Whoops. Better get on that.