Last night I realized that I had totally screwed up a sleeve I was almost done with all the way back at the beginning. The only way to fix it was to rip it all out. The only thing worse than ripping out a sleeve is ripping out a sleeve done in Fair Isle (two colors). The only thing worse than that? Ripping out a sleeve done in Fair Isle on double-pointed needles. I just took ’em out and ripped…all the way back to the ribbing. I did manage to pick up the stitches there, though, so at least I didn’t need to re-do the ribbing. Funny, though, I was determined to at least put back part of what I had ripped before I went to bed, but it went so much faster than the first time I did it I managed to get even further than I was before I’d ripped. Maybe I’m just finally getting used to these dratted double-pointed needles… I actually finished the sleeve on my way in to work. (Thank goodness for car-pooling!)
