Every time I find a mistake in my knitting, I always think that fixing it will be painful and impossible.
To Fix or Not to FixIndeed, that is the question.
Recently, I realized I had mad a mistake in the linen stitch blanket I'm making for my niece.
Here's a closer photo.
See those elongated row of pink loops?
My first thought was I'm not ripping out 10 or 12 rows of knitting and keeping two colorways of yarn untangled while I do it, and then picking up 146 stitches in linen stitch. The task seemed insurmountable...completely daunting. It took a long time to knit those rows! It's hardly noticeable...right? I continued to knit another couple of rows, realizing I was only postponing the inevitable.
I couldn't stand to have that mistaken row left in this blanket...so as you can see from the needle-less blanket, I did end up ripping out the rows.
As usual, it took me very little time to rip out the rows, pick up the stitches and re-coup all the work I had done.
Why do I agonize over this every time it happens?
Current KnittingSo here's where I am now with the niece blanket.
All is right in my world now.