My wayward US 6 Addi Lace is to blame for what happened last weekend.
See, I caught the lace bug a few days ago, and decided to pick up a long neglected project.
That incoherent jumble happens to be the starting strip of Jared Flood’s Rock Island, worked up in some superwash merino/bamboo blend handspun. While Jared Flood’s Rock Island is, of course, spectacular, my personal Rock Island and I had a series of misunderstandings last year that led to a big ‘ole time out.
But we were on our way to a tentative reconciliation last week when I realized I couldn’t find that all-important US 6 Addi Lace.
I looked high, I looked low….all to no avail. I began to suspect sabotage…
…when genius struck. Into the closet, hanging in a tote bag, entangled in a mass of red, organic merino cables…
…was the wayward US 6. And my Military Cardigan, just waiting for a collar and placket and some finishing work.
I then found myself faced with another dilemma: Steal the needle back — forfeiting the many, many, many stitches I had picked up for the collar on this almost-finished sweater — so that I could knit on the lace. Or just finish the damn sweater.
With a sigh, with determination to just be done with it, with stash reduction in mind, I decided to finish the damn sweater.
I knit on Thursday, staying up way too late to knock out just another row of baby cables.
I knit on Friday, all through the London opening ceremonies while hanging out with Emilee.
I knit on Saturday, while hanging out with The Dude.
I knit on Sunday, before and after a trip to the farmer’s market for lunch and fresh produce.
On Monday, I set in and seamed the sleeves.
And today, I washed.
And that’s how my search for a needle led to a shiny new finished sweater!
The end :)