Sunday, August 3, 2008

Can Backwards Progress Still Be Called Progress?

I'd like to think so, because there was some backwards progress last night in the sock department.

I was knitting along and noticed that I hadn't done my gusset decrease a couple of rows back. I played around for a bit trying to figure out if one could decrease after the fact...e.g., two rows back, but couldn't seem to figure the methos for such out -- if indeed there is such a beast.

So I ripped back two rows because I'd like these socks to be nice and in the process I messed up the twisted rib, which, let me tell you, is a bitch to rip back what with the slipped stitches and the yarn overs and such...SO...

I ripped back a few more rows to make sure that all dropped stitches (some of which were dropped yarn overs...augh!) were back and everything was ready to go...and now I've lost about five rows. And I'm all set to start knitting again and then I noticed that, two rows back I somehow missed another gusset decrease.

And you know what?

I said "Screw it." Honestly, I think only Elizabeth Zimmerman would notice. Well, all y'all would now that I've told you about if you went looking for it. But Beth's my friend...she just won't let you look at her feet. Right, Beth?

I am just back from a yummy lunch with my dad and other assorted rellies. (And let me tell you, we are sometimes a rather odd bunch. (Heh. I first typed "old bunch" and, unfortunately we are getting to be that, too.)) Lolly did very well for someone who hates having a fuss made over him. And we had good food and yummy desserts.

And now Sunday is winding down and and, while I don't have the feeling of dread about Monday morning I used to have before I switched jobs, still, I'm sorry to see the weekend disappear. So I think I'll stop typing and do some reading or something.

Current Reading

I read, starting last night and finishing this morning, Matthew Kneale's When We Were Romans, which I liked a great deal, although the narrator (a nine-year old boy) had a voice that would have been getting irritating if it had going on much longer I think. But I think Kneale really gets some things about the way kids think spot on.

And now I'm starting another narrated-by-a-nine-year-old book, Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I had sort of been avoiding this book mostly because of all the hype about it when it came out...and a little because it's a 9/11 novel. But then a couple of Readervillians said good things about it, so I thought I'd try it.


Melanie said...

I like the idea of backwards progress. I spent all of yesterday evening making backwards progress on the pinwheel blanket I'm knitting, and it makes me feel better to think of it that way.

Rooie said...

If there wasn't such a thing as backwards progress, I'd never make progress at all!!