I’ve been having the sort of week (well, 10 days, really), where I’ve got several different projects on the go and have been trying to make steady progress on them all at the same time. What that usually means, of course, is that you do make progress but in small and gradually incremental amounts, and it’s hard to see it when it’s scattered across so many projects.
But progress is being made, and on Monday I moved on to the first sleeve of the Uji cardigan, having finished the back the week before. By this point I honestly meant to be well into the second sleeve already. It was the knitting I was baiting myself with to make progress on some of the other knitting and, well, it just didn’t quite make it in there for most of the week.
I did do something else with it though, which was to go back to fix a niggling mistake so that it wouldn’t be waiting for me at the very final end of the sweater finishing. See that little orange thingie just above the ribbing, at the side?
That, my friends, is a dropped stitch.
Back when I cast on for the ribbing, I had the right number of stitches, then after I did the increase row before beginning the cabled pattern, I also had the right number of stitches. Then at some point when I got almost to the very end of a row while doing the pattern, I was missing a stitch. All of the cabled pattern section looked fine (minimal though it was at that point), nothing seemed amiss, so I just increased another stitch and went on my way. A few inches later I did notice it – a cheerful little dropped stitch, sitting there with its loop greeting me right there on the right side of the work.
I could have done a couple of things at that point – including some things much more proper than what I did do. I could have ripped back the 3-4 inches of work that I’d accumulated at that point, and re-knitted with the rescued dropped stitch. I could have used a crochet hook to scoop down through 3-4 inches worth of rows (many including cables) to bring the dropped stitch back up to the row I was working on, then worked a decrease to bring me back to the right number for my row.
I did none of these things. I stuck a closeable stitch marker in it and kept knitting.
So then it got to this week and I decided to deal with it in the manner I knew I was going to deal with it. First I massaged it around so that the stitch was now sticking out towards the wrong side of the work.
Then I got out a bit of yarn and my tapestry needle…
…ran the yarn through the dropped stitch, and through some loops on the wrong side of the work…
…and tied that sucker down. (My knots were pretty firm, too.)
Now, if I wanted to save a bit of propriety here, I would have woven in those long ends from the safety yarn back through the wrong side of the work, and then trimmed them afterwards. Did I do that?
No, I did not.
I snipped the long ends so that two little short ones of about an inch long are now happily sitting there sticking out from the makeshift knot, and I couldn’t care in the slightest that it’s a bit messy. This little knot will be sitting almost directly next to a side seam in the cardigan, where no one will ever notice it anyway. At least, if they haven’t read my blog. But just between you and me, knitter friends, that’s what I did, and I’ll sleep well tonight.
And that is the true story of how I didn’t let a dropped stitch ruin my life. The end.
Have a fabulous weekend, and knit something awesome – it’ll still be awesome even if you drop a stitch. Until next time!