You guys, I think I did it. I’m categorizing myself as cautiously optimistic right now.
QA and troubleshooting (of very technical things) have been a huge part of my career. I’m a smart person. And this is yarn, not open-heart surgery. So I put on my big girl pants, went over to my friend Leigh’s studio, and worked through it. Leigh set out her Knitting Goddess, as she calls it — made and given to her by Piper Murakami — and fed me chocolate cupcakes. The only drink present was water. I knitted a small swatch with this I-cord treatment at each end, and I studied it — both on the needle and off — to see what the live stitches should look like. And then I took a deep breath and I ripped. Six rows.
At this point, it’s back on the needles, I’m breathing normally again, and I’ve knitted one right-side and one wrong-side row. Everything appears to be ok. I’m hoping that holds true as I forge ahead, and that it’s not a temporary illusion. But I felt compelled to post this addendum — the uplifting second act — as the final post of 2012.
Happy New Year! And thanks for all your support.