Yes, I’m starting my Ravenclaw scarf for the *third* time. That’s 3rd. 1-2-3rd.
Because I am crazy, as well as classically anal-retentive. That means I’m clinically unable to live with the little jogs that lived at the edge of every trapped bar:
(see ’em there? On the veeeeery far left of the picture?)
Why I didn’t figure this out until I was over halfway done with the damned thing, I do not know. The answer to that will, I fear, remain forever a mystery.
So I figured out the obvious/remarkably easy solution (Perhaps “figured out” is a misstatement, as the solution was written right there in Charmed Knits the whole time, I just didn’t bother to read it), called my mom for emotional support and confirmation, broke out the nostepinne and let ‘er rip. ::sigh::
I can’t believe it’s all gone. And I did it myself. No one to blame but me.
I won’t start it again until tomorrow. I can’t handle any more distress tonight.
(But, on a happier note, I gave the legwarmers to their intended recipient and she *loved* them. Yay!)