A tough day. I had a routine dental hygiene appt first thing this morning (Helen came in and steered the ship) but was also aware that there was something amiss, and asked to see the dentist as well. As so often (at least at my age), things were worse than I thought. A tooth was broken, a root was extracted.
So not much was achieved for the rest of the day – a good thing the tax was already done. Knitting went forward fairly well, when I wasn't snoozing. I’ve reached row 75 (of the 86 rows of the borders of Mrs Hunter’s shawl). And I have also realised, belatedly, that some arithmetic looms.
I will have 145 stitches in each of the four borders when I finish. The centre is a 20-row pattern, to be repeated 11 times. Somehow or other, at the beginning, I thought that worked out rather well. But of course it doesn’t. If I knit the centre back and forth, picking up a stitch from one side or the other at the end of every row, I will need to have only 110 stitches per side to pick up – a substantial reduction will be needed when the border pattern is finished.
(Corrections of my arithmetic would be very gratefully received.)
My first thought was just to wing it. But that’s ridiculous – I must reduce. I easily found a website which told me how to do it. It seems like a lot of stitches to dispose of, but I comfort myself with one of my favourites of EZ’s dicta: Knitting is forgiving stuff.
I have continued to think about extravagant expenditure at the EYF. Page 17 of “Laine” – see yesterday – says that a short version of the Ancasta pattern can be knit with Baa Ram Ewe yarn – and, hey! they might even be at the EYF. But the pattern section at the back of the magazine says nothing about Baa Ram Ewe that I can see. The basic pattern is for a dress, and the only concession to shortness says to stop increasing – you’re knitting from the top down – when your sweater measures approximately whatever. Not good enough, at that price.
My current fave is “Declan” from Wool People 7.
The BBC News website this evening says that Japanese researchers have established – the wonders of science never cease! – that cats are as intelligent as dogs. Just because I prefer to remain here by the fire, while you go out into the dark and the sleet to help Ian Duncan with the lambing, you think I’m less intelligent?