Spring Has Its Charms
First off, oops. Yes, I did say 624 stitches, and I even had 624 written down on a piece of paper . . . but I'm not out to that row yet. Hah. Oops. It's only 432.
Last week I was ramping up for an SCA demo (Society for Creative Anachronism) at Holland, Michigan's tulip festival. This past weekend was Kinderplaats, an area set aside for children's activities.
We had a table with a chain mail shirt I borrowed from my brother to put on kids, someone painting faces, and some other armor they could try on. The chain shirt weighs 23 pounds (about 10.4 kilos), and I put it on and took it off kids many times over the two days.
Monday I was so tired that I hardly remember what I did. I know I worked -- what else? Laundry. I think.
Yesterday I know I washed laundry, because when I mowed the grass for the first time, I couldn't mow under the clothesline for fear of getting fresh juicy green grass clippings on my clean sheets.
Then we went to the library, where I soaked my head in more books, and afterwards ran some errands in town. Then we got home just in time to whisk the dry laundry off the line as it started to sprinkle with rain.
Christel has been sitting around for a few days. I knitted off a needle and counted only 33 stitches where I knew there should be 36. I couldn't find my mistake, so I let Christel sit until I had time to figure out where the error might be.
A couple of nights ago, my brain went *Ding ding ding* and offered up a possible mistake:
Today I sat down and checked, and sure enough, I had done the "YO, SKP" twice and missed out a "YO, K3" in there. So now that it's fixed I can work on Christel and knit out to that 624 stitch row.
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