OK I hold my hands up I have knitting failures, the border to the Autumn shawl is a prime example, just when I posted about it, would you believe it all went down hill.. I had made a mistake …too few stitches, I frogged it, only then it got worse, I frogged some more, oh flaming hell, I swore, frogged, cried, then like any respectful knitter I had a tantrum !!
The Autumn shawl quivered at the side of the sofa in fear of me picking it up, the super hero rabbit I was working on took flight and refused to have anything to do with me, at which point I firmly refused to have anything even remotely to do with knitting.
For fear of sounding like a 2 yr old ” I not playing” I yelled at my knitting … which was a little futile as my knitting mojo had taken to the hills anyway,
After a few days I took out the central panel of the Autumn shawl out ….just to look at….and possibly stroke you understand
My conscience began to nag … can I still knit anything resembling a shawl? Is a half decent pattern beyond my knitting skill set ? I began to think of knitting combinations to cobble a border together for the Autumn shawl in the vain hope of bowling my ‘Pregnant Lady’s Mother’ over. Worried into action I thought I’ll give it one more go and threw the gauntlet down for my knitting mojo I began casting on, knitting mojo peeped from behind the sofa, I quietly carried on while knitting mojo sat beside me and made herself at home and before I knew what had happened I had begun a second shawl for ‘My Pregnant Lady’s Mother’ to choose from.
The upshot of this post, I can still knit …or at least I’d like ‘My Pregnant Lady’s Mother’ to think so