I pulled my knitting out this week. The first project I worked on was the sweater I am making for a 6-month-old girl. (The one that was supposed to be for my sister's baby, who is turning 1 year in just a few days.) It took me a good 15-30 minutes to figure out where I was in the sweater's sleeves, since I supposedly simplified the pattern so it would knit up faster. I got a grand total of two rows knit on each sleeve.
Last night I pulled out my Jaywalker sock. I knit one row. S l o w l y. Then I knit a row of the pattern. S l o w l y. As soon as I finished the row I could tell that I had messed up (I ended on the wrong kind of stitch). I ripped back and then spent 45 minutes putting the stitches back on the needle. I knit the row again. Just 5 stitches past the first mistake, I made the same mistake a second time. Which I discovered at the end of the row. After another half hour ripping slowly and trying to get the stitches back on the other needle, I gave up and went to bed.
Sigh.
