Rippp-it Rippp-it! Pulling out stitches is something fraught with
tears, heart-break and anguish! (Well maybe not all the time.) In my case, I got
so comfortable with the repeating pattern that I didn't stop to check my stitch
count. As I got further along, I noticed that my work was pulling to the left in
an odd shape. I counted all my stitches; I had 57...not 60. Three short!!!
So I went back and counted again, twice - still off. Where could they be?
After counting the "stars" in the very first row, I noticed there were 20,
whereas on my current row I only had 19. So that’s where my missing stitches
were. Rather than start ALL OVER I counted each row of stars hoping with all my
might that I'd only need to go back two or three rows.
NOPE!!
So, here I am, with my huge pile of yarn, and the sounds of "rippp-it" echoing through my house.
tears, heart-break and anguish! (Well maybe not all the time.) In my case, I got
so comfortable with the repeating pattern that I didn't stop to check my stitch
count. As I got further along, I noticed that my work was pulling to the left in
an odd shape. I counted all my stitches; I had 57...not 60. Three short!!!
So I went back and counted again, twice - still off. Where could they be?
After counting the "stars" in the very first row, I noticed there were 20,
whereas on my current row I only had 19. So that’s where my missing stitches
were. Rather than start ALL OVER I counted each row of stars hoping with all my
might that I'd only need to go back two or three rows.
NOPE!!
So, here I am, with my huge pile of yarn, and the sounds of "rippp-it" echoing through my house.