The shoulder-seam plan worked. I unpicked the cast-off edge from the middle, picked up the live stitches and worked a three-needle bind off as planned. It worked very nicely indeed. That was Thursday evening.
Friday was my volunteer day in the school canteen, so that night after dinner I sat down and got to work on the next step – grafting the collar pieces at the back neck. Three attempts, flubbed ’em all. There may have been a certain amount of sotto voce swearing. There was certainly a great deal of lying awake half the night, staring at the ceiling, obsessing about my sudden-onset grafting disability.
Saturday morning I had a scrapbooking thing on in Orange, after which I met Sharon for our monthly S’n’B at the Railway Hotel in Millthorpe (if anyone local is reading this, we meet from 2-4pm on the third Saturday of the month. We’d love to see you there next time – 20 September). So no further grafting attempts were made during the day, and after my grand total of two hours sleep Friday night, I was just barely smart enough to know I was too stupid-tired to even try. So I put a few rows on the Mulberry shawl (Rav-link) and then went to bed.
Sundays are generally a write-off for anything requiring focus. I had umpty-‘leven loads of washing to do. I always start out the week with the best of intentions to do a load every day so that I can stay on top of it, but it never quite happens that way, and I inevitably end up spending the whole of Sunday oscillating back and forth between washing machine and clothes-line, with an occasional foray into the kitchen to bake lunch-box treats for the week (this week – turning some very elderly bananas into muffins). No knitting last night – I finally managed to get this book from the library this week, so last night I was deeply ensconced in the chemical structure of gluten, and the effects of different enzymes on same, and all of a sudden it was 11pm, so I went to bed.
This morning should have benn a perfect opportunity to get it done – rainy Monday, no kids underfoot, except that I had to go to Orange to sort out some TAFE stuff. That done, I had myself a latte at my favourite cafe, went to the greengrocer’s for supplies, and then to the whole-foods shop for a leisurely wander (something I never get to do, as the shop is out of the main shopping area, and I usually just have time to dart in, grab the essentials and bolt back out again), and I have been home just long enough to put away the fruit and veg and make myself a remarkably inauthentic salad Niçoise (Kalamata olives instead of Niçoise, poached egg instead of hard boiled, sugar-snap peas instead of green beans, and a not a caper or anchovy in sight – quick, somebody call the Salad Police! She’s using what she has on hand! And it’s delicious!).
Once I finish my lunch (which I am eating as I type this) I will take another stab at that grafting. I will finish this cardigan, I promise. At this rate, sometime around Christmas, but I will finish it!