I unexpectedly found myself with a full day to devote to my Acer yesterday. Such a gift! Alas, rather than resuming from where I’d left off — months ago — with the lace/body, I noticed three missing yarnovers in the same row from my last pass at it, did a pair of exploratory compensation rows, which were surprisingly successful, ripped it back anyway, went out for a walk and lunch with my husband, then re-knitted the ripped rows. Just as I was lamenting that the day was gone, with no progress made, and double-checking my last row of cables to make sure they were all twisting the right direction, I made a shocking discovery. (Did nobody else spot the missing cable in this June photo? How could I have missed it?!) So it’s worse than zero progress; I’ve got a repair to make that’s eighteen rows deep. I’ve used this surgical cable repair method before — thank you Yarn Harlot! — and will be attempting it again, but not until next weekend when I’ve got a chunk of headspace and daylight for it. So screw monogamy! I’ve got a few nights to spend on something else.
Obviously my mind goes immediately to its happy place: fingerless mitts. Maybe one or the other of these big, long, textured dazzlers—
TOP: Fumior by Julie Hoover
MIDDLE LEFT: Ripple Effect by Jill Zielinski
MIDDLE RIGHT: Basketcase Mitts by Amy Miller
BOTTOM: Sophia Mitts by Nell Ziroli
The ICYMI post this week, because it’s on my mind again, is The next big hat trend — but what’s it called?