Life's a Stitch

That's how it feels, my tether being the cast on my fractured ankle and now a related foot issue. The inability to drive for five of those weeks kept me housebound. Don't cry me too much of a river, although the hard part was temporarily giving up my 10,000 steps a day plan, to which I've been faithful for three years, I used my days off to work on unfinished knitting projects. 

Marina has sprouted sleeves. Seven years into this project and it's still a learning experience. This is definitely a first effort in the Starmore department. I realize it's going to take more than a broken ankle to complete this project, but it is progressing.

Ah, dear Hanami. Oy, that Hanami. Remember, I didn't like the combination of the pattern holes and the drapy fabric? Looked like pantyhose ladders. Recalling my decision to stick to the basketweave portion of the pattern, resurrected the piece and the lace chart. Amazed that I could locate both essential bits within five minutes of each other, I proceeded to knit row 31. Do over. Knit the row again. Undid it. Knit it again. Why was there always an extra stitch? 

When all else fails, read the instructions. Oh yes, one of those lace patterns that requires replacement of the stitch markers. 

My Baskenmutzer (beret). I called it the 10,000 Mile Hat. Just like the one I made for my gracious host in Germany, I completed one for myself – a wee bit slouchier in style. Not that we need baskenmutzers in BC's mild climate, but both my daughters live in sunny, cold Alberta, and I plan on visiting. Thank you to cousin Lene in Denmark for gifting the yarn, Noro Silk Garden, my favourite:

You know what's the worst part of picking up something that's been sitting around forever? The time it takes to gather its bits and figuring out where you left off. I think there is a moral to this story.