Tuesday, December 9, 2008

There's a First Time for Everything

I'm working away on pair 29 (and also on a baby sweater for Schaefer, don't worry Laura!), and having a terrible time memorizing/reading/predicting the pattern.

Not that you can see the pattern here, but it's a knit/purl combo called broken chevron:



The individual rows are easy enough to work, once I get started, but I'm not yet able to tell which comes next, without looking at the chart. It's been a while since that happened, at least this far into the project, and now I remember how much it slows me down (especially for socks, which I like to have as my mindless knitting).

So weirdly, I'm working on the baby sweater (which defied photography this morning) as my easy project, despite the cables--at least I understand them, and can remember what's supposed to happen next.

I see stockinette socks in my future!

3 comments:

gale (she shoots sheep shots) said...

Welcome to my world. Maybe its the drinking water in the area that causes brain cell atrophy? Or maybe it was the mulled wine at Annes?

Sunflowerfairy said...

No, I have the same issue and I didn't have any of that wine.

Although, Hubs had 3 glasses so maybe it would explain more than you know...

And Rebecca, if you hate the socks at the end and can't stand the sight of them, I have a list of about 11 women who'd take them off your hands.(They'd have to get through me first though.)

Ann said...

Are you blaming the mulled wine for everything?!!