I have something of a selective memory. I’m perfectly capable of forgetting things which annoy me, putting them out of my mind altogether and going merrily about my way.
Take knitted stripes, for instance. They look lovely, and they’re pretty easy. Just join a new color, cut the old one and away you go.
Yep, simple as can be, all those pretty little v-shaped knit stitches doing just what they ought to. New colors every few rounds just to keep me interested.
Astute readers (which is to say every one of you who is not me) will have figured out what I forgot. To wit: Knitting in stripes means there will be ends to weave in. A lot of them.
This is the moment when I realized that I have in fact encountered this issue before. It just about brought me to my knees that time too. The only thing I can possibly say in my own defense is that the Baby Surprise was knitted nearly two years ago, and my mind did its usual fine job of forgetting about the tedium of all that weaving in.
Pardon me, won’t you? I’ve got a hot date with my darning needle.