so they say, and I'm back to working on the sweater I started years ago. MANY years ago. I bought the yarn while I was in Austin visiting Heather and her family. I broke my ankle, and before I could get to a doctor to have my ankle put in a cast, I hobbled, using borrowed crutches, up the ramp to Hill Country Weavers to buy the hard-to-find Brooklyn Tweed Shelter yarn for a sweater. I thought that if I waited until after getting the cast, the doctor would forbid me to walk any farther than into the airport to go home. So I defied him in advance.
However, the yarn has gotten the best of me several times. The first pattern I tried it for didn't work out, so I frogged all but the difficult twisted rib stitch bottom border and tried again using the same pattern.
Didn't work. Frogged the whole thing and put all the yarn into a very extended, multi-year, time out. Then I found another pattern, Weekender, by Andrea Mowry. THEN I got to the short row section (shudder) and put the project into time out again.
But now it's back and I'm ready for battle. I don't like short rows because I can't find the wrapped-and-turned stitch when I need to count from that stitch. And on dark purple yarn it's even more difficult to find. But, clever me, I came up with a fix: I put a removable marker at the w/t stitch, remove it when I get to it, and put the marker at the new w/t stitch.
Brilliant! I bet no one has ever thought of this before. (I'm told that yes, they have. But no one told me, so I still proclaim brilliance.)
Now I am knitting away, making progress thanks to Knit Companion.
I can keep track of multiple counts at once, and mark where I am so that if I put it in time out again (which I am determined not to do) I'll know where I am.
So there's hope. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. And there's luck---the light isn't a train coming at me.
Time will tell. Any more clichés?
I saw what another knitter was using Shelter for, and I liked the fabric she was getting, so I switched to the size needles she was using. I am throwing caution to the wind and not measuring gauge at all. I have two daughters and three granddaughters, so my theory is that it will fit SOMEONE.
I will finish knitting the sweater, soak it, block it, and lovingly wrap it in tissue paper and put a yarn bow on it and tell the recipient that I made it for her.
I'm a saint, I tell ya.