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Hello, Mabel.

Tinkering Frogs

It's been a horrid fortnight for knitting! Seems everything I've been on is bound for self-destruction. I don't know what my problem is. Oh dear.

The Husband's cardigan front is sat smugly in its bag, awaiting total frogging. Somehow I failed to realise that the cables wouldn't work the way I'd set them-once the decreases start for armhole and neck, well, you get the picture. It was good practice I guess.

Precious Child's sock. My first sock. Of course I had to decide on a toe-up sock. Didn't find much in patterns so worked out a composite. The figure 8 cast on took some practice. By the fourth try I had it pat. Great. Increased by far too many stitches for her narrow foot. First frog. Went too far so began again. I did fine until the heel. By the time I reached the heel, she'd decided that a short-row heel wouldn't be as comfortable as a good old fashioned, looks-like-a-full-diaper heel flap. No problem. So I went ahead, and, while watching some ridiculous made-for-television movie (not paying attention), I short-rowed the heel anyway. Not only that, but I started the heel much too soon, ending up with one very short foot-not even long enough for my own short feet. Frog back several rows. Now I've got the right length and start making a heel flap-crossways to the dingdang toe! Eeep. This time I think I've got it right. I'm still not sure how the heel flap done from sole to heel is going to look, but I think it'll be fine.

Last-a tank top that I'd seen online. I liked the front, hated the back. I re-wrote the pattern. And dug into the project with an inappropriate yarn. My hands were so tired from working the thing that I gave up, eventually buying a yarn better suited to it. Into the frog pond-and wrack the old brain for a way to use the otherwise perfectly good yarn.

On top of all my mistakes, I suffered nearly a week of no knitting-so much going on with the holiday. For all the errors, it's good to be knitting again!

SSK!

We did it! We had our first meeting of SSK!, and it was pretty darn neat.

No, we did not fill the place to capacity-but we had a handful of people who were delighted enough to recommend the group to others. I think we did the right thing by inviting all fiber arts lovers. At one point, three people were crocheting, and Precious Child plans to bring her drop spindle and roving next meeting.

I actually knitted about an inch into my current project, without grievous errors.

Precious Child cast on a mitten, and finished it before we departed. Have a look:

Pretty neat, huh? But she bemoans this Evil Mitten of Doom, as it simply does not fit a real human hand. And it's the second try-the first she knit up to the "Man's" size, and it was large enough to carry a week's groceries. This is the "Child's" size. Hoo baby.

Whew!

I really ought to confess every single stupid brain f*rt that's caused conternation among others over the past few months. There have been three really good ones. But I won't. At least not right now.

I need to figure out a few things so won't be rolling for a few days.

A very special thank you to turtlegirl76 from Knitty who so patiently sorted me out!