I purchased some yarn for a project about two weeks ago, and I was excited to get started on it, but I’ve been working on Christmas gifts. I tried to get a head start on those back in July, but didn’t get around to it until September. Typical. They’re almost done, but I just couldn’t wait. Breaking my rule about having no more than one project going at a time (I’m usually good at keeping this rule – honest!), last night I cast on the stitches with a feeling of guilty pleasure normally reserved for chocolate. I had been working and running all day and was more than a little tired,
but I wanted to play “ketchup”. Surprisingly, I was able to get more than a few inches done, considering I’m working with 122 stitches and worsted weight yarn.
Then it hit. A busy day of activity and it’s 9:30 pm; can’t keep eyes open. Must. Knit. More.
Suddenly, my eyes open. When did they close? I look down at my hands that are still holding the needles, yarn still twined around my fingers on my right hand for proper tension. Wha…? I blink my eyes, notice that I’m further along than I remember and look around in sleepy confusion. Did the knitting elves show up and continue for me? I run a hand over my brow, now thoroughly baffled. And since I am primed to carry on, I do.
It’s not until a turn the row do I notice that the knitting elves are a confused lot because:
#1) I’m picking up dropped stitches more than once;
#2) Tension was maintained properly so the stitches that weren’t dropped are uniform in appearance.
It would be a wonderful innovation if I could fall asleep and wake up with the project half done, but I still have a few kinks to work out!