It’s all their fault.
One of the many projects I have going right now is Truly Tasha’s Shawl, a free pattern from Nancy Bush’s website (RAV). I’m using Cestari Special Cotton Blend yarn in Green Heather, a cotton/wool blend yarn that I got on sale a couple of years ago. The yarn is perfect for this shawl pattern.
I started this pattern because it is a very, very good traveling project. For the body of the shawl, each row is as follows: YO, K2tog, YO, knit to end. Easy as pie. Perfect for vacation. I took it to Buffalo with me in July, and camping too (although camping with young children provides very little in the way of “free time”).
I’m rather far along on the shawl now, getting closer and closer to starting that precious and delightful edging, which, by the way, is applied to the live stitches at the top edge….just in case you were wondering.
But this morning when I picked this up to knit on it a little, I noticed two errors. I somehow managed to fudge up that very simple YO, K2tog, YO at the beginning of two rows. How could I be so boneheaded to mess up the easiest pattern in the universe? Then I realized that the last time I knit on the shawl was Thursday night. My knitting group night.
I blame my knitting friends. They are alltogether too much fun. They encourage me to drink beer whilst I knit, have me fondle their gorgeous works-in-progress thereby taking my attention off my own project, and make me laugh far too often. Would YOU remember a YO, K2tog, YO at the beginning of every row under such circumstances? I thought not.
On top of that, I brought my Mom* to my knitting group. She was fine while she was knitting. She has just recently mastered the tricky Knitting-While-Wathcing-TV but she’s still working on Knitting-and-Talking. So she knit for a while, most likely just Knitting-and-Listening. But then she put her project away and got to talking with my friends, eventually dishing my most embarrassing childhood stories**. Everyone was practically tipping over from laughter as I sat, red-faced, with my head in my hands.
Mom, you are SO not invited back.
But seriously. Do you mess up your knitting when knitting under the influence (of friends and/or beer)? Is there an ideal project? What do you bring to your knitting group?
*I know I’m poking fun at my Mom here, but she is really a wonderful knitter. She’s working on a Moderne Log Cabin blanket and it is a whole pile of awesome. I’ll have to show you pictures when she finishes. And Mom, you can come back to my knitting group, I was just kidding.
**Holly: She told them about my blanket.