The sweater I was ready to sew together last week is no more.


I knit Kelly once, but it was loose and sloppy because the pattern had the wrong needle size listed, and I did not think to check errata.  I frogged it and started again.

I discovered a hole larger than a silver dollar in the back and had to reknit that.

I forgot the pattern book on the trip across country last September.

When I began to put the sweater together, I discovered that two stitches had entered freefall rather than be bound off right at the beginning of armscye.  I cannot for the life of me figure that one out, especially as the bind off was not broken.

The pieces were not going together nicely.

All in all, the sweater was so burdened with negativity and I was, by this point, so actively hostile toward it, that I wanted to burn it.  Only wool does not burn.

I decided to listen to the Knitting Fates and accept that this cardigan and I were simply not meant for each other.  It is now 1600 yards of yarn.

I still need a navy blue cardigan and also a navy blue pullover.  I do not know which it will become, but I am casually browsing Ravelry trying to decide.

When I start a pattern, I go through and highlight all the numbers corresponding to the size I am making.  My second setback came when I realized that I had marked the numbers for one size in the first half of the pattern and for a different size in the second half of the pattern for Sarah Dallas’ Lace Top from Rowan’s Scottish Highland Knits.

So this


is now this


I really do not want to talk about how many times I cast on before getting to this stunning level of progress, but it is at least started, in the correct size, with the correct numbers circled in red.

I also had about four rows done on Meandering, when it occurred to me that I was in a horrible state of denial.

As I was knitting I came to a spot where one of the plies had popped or broken, so I had one ply and pieces of the other.  I had attempted to line them up and knit past them.

After the problems with Kelly, I decided I was just asking for that remaining ply to break and ruin a lovely lace stole, so I frogged back the four rows, cut out the broken bits and cast on using the interestingly named Chinese Waitress cast on, which is extraordinarily stretchy.  It is a lovely cast one, but I don’t know why a stole needs a stretchy cast on.

But then, I don’t know why holes suddenly appeared in my sweater or why I can’t mark sizes consistently or any number of other things that have gone wrong with my knitting lately.

It is time to hit the RESET button.

this sweater does not want to be

I made Kelly in 2011 (from the Mission Falls Duet pattern book) after seeing it at SWATCHES West and buying the yarn from WEBS on the market floor.

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Unfortunately, I did not read the errata and the sweater was always a bit loose and sloppy (wrong needle size).  I sent it to the frog pond and have been leisurely reknitting it for a l-o-n-g time.

When we were last in Carmel, I blocked the fronts and the back and prepared to start the first sleeve only to discover a hole in the back just above the armscye.


I went ahead and started the sleeve since the stupid thing had to dry before I could frog it back and reknit it.

As mentioned a few posts back, I took it with me on the jaunt to Arkansas only to realize I left the pattern at home which precluded progress.

I began to panic recently as I was nearing the end of the sleeve and, apparently, the yarn and began digging about for leftover yarn from the first knit.  I later discovered that I was actually knitting the second sleeve and the first one was buried under the reknit back and the two fronts in my knitting bag.

This is what comes of taking a l-o-n-g time to knit something.  You don’t know where you are.

Today, I pinned out the two sleeves and reblocked the top part of the back.  This sweater needs the pieces blocked and sewn together before the front band can be added.  This means it is still not finished.


As I looked at the pieces, wondering how long it would take them to dry so that I can finish the sweater again after many setbacks, I began to think this sweater just doesn’t want to exist.

Or it doesn’t like me.


who WERE these people?

Yesterday, as I was caulking the baseboards so that I can sand and paint them next weekend, Mr. B was tearing out the upstairs bathroom.  I considered the upstairs bathroom a disaster, so this was a Hallelujah! moment for me.

I am more and more puzzled by and hostile towards whoever occupied this unit in the past.  We have discovered real problems with the electrical system among which were:

  1.  Ceiling fans wired directly into existing wiring.
  2.  Melted stove connection.
  3. The outlet for the dryer ungrounded since installation 40 years ago.
  4. Completely disparate outlets and switches on the same circuit.
  5. Loose wiring from the simple wear and tear of 40 years.

When the unit was inspected, we discovered the upstairs toilet leaked.  This was verified by mold in the kitchen ceiling when the old cabinets were removed.  I mentioned that we should look for rot when we tore out the upstairs bathroom.

We did not have to look far.


The source of the leak is the fact that the toilet was never fastened down.  What sort of person just balances on the toilet, perhaps rocking a bit to and fro, and thinks nothing of it?

Probably the same sort of person who wires ceiling fans directly into existing wiring without an electrical box.

We already have the vanity to go into the sink area.


Last night the new shower pan and wall tile were ordered.


There is no baffle in the wall (why would there be?) so all the insulation just fell to the bottom.  A baffle WILL be installed by Mr. B.

Even though bathrooms are involved, they are nothing compared with kitchens.  This weekend Mr. B will repair a section of floor and reconstruct the shower walls.  From there, it is tiling and placing the vanity and installing the new toilet.

And checking the electrical outlets.



two rooms done

The kitchen she is finished!



We even have some food in the refrigerator, so I hope fast food is a thing of the past at lunchtime.  I can only face so many hamburgers.

The utility room, with the exception of the counter, is done.  (I need to make the curtains, but that involves some changes at the current house which will allow me to reach the sewing machine.)  I even painted the door to the room, so it can be put into place on Saturday.

I have painted the living room, the dining area, most of the stairwell (except for the tippy-top), the upstairs hallway, and both upstairs bedrooms.  We should get baseboards in the two upstairs bedrooms this weekend and then mount the closet doors.

Then we tear out the upstairs bathroom.

almost a kitchen

I did not take any “before” pictures of the condo kitchen.  Suffice it to say it was 40 years old, outdated, and in pretty sorry shape due to years of being a rental.


We gutted it and began the process of putting it back together.  I painted it a delicious pale yellow and we added cabinets.


Next we tiled the floor.


The counter tops were installed last Monday.


And Mr. B added the backsplash this past weekend.


Next, we grout, install the range hood, and slide the range into place.

It is almost a kitchen!


second sock finished, but . . .

Saturday night in the truck, I decided to count repeats to see how far along I was with the Second Sock.  Lo!  It was EXACTLY time to start the toe and there was much rejoicing.  I love knitting socks, but that second one is always a killer.  I seldom knit the same pattern twice, but with socks you obviously have to do so — otherwise you have A sock, as opposed to a PAIR — one immediately following the other.  Several times during the Second Sock I get extraordinarily tired of the pattern.

Last time around, I mentioned I would have to reknit the toe of the First Sock because I had been on the road without a pattern and winged it and it was too pointy.

I kitchenered (is that even a word?) the Second Sock yesterday and ripped out the toe of the First Sock.  When I put the stitches back on the needles I was two stitches short, which clearly happened on the instep which has a plethora of yarnovers.

Since I have hit the wall today over my ability to create an emergency where none exists (this time it was over haircuts, of all things), I have decided to work on the toe of First Sock and find those two missing stitches.


Because knitting makes me happy.