Well. The week hasn’t started out as well as it could have.
I got a call from the clinic. The VNG machine has broken down, so my tests scheduled for two days away have been postponed. They have no estimate on when repairs will happen, so we can’t even set a new time, they’ll call when the machine is up and running again. When I expressed my dismay, the receptionist promised to talk to the professor and see if we can get permission to do the tests at the hospital instead. She’ll call me back when she has more information. Luckily, the past week has been pretty much OK, but the week before that the vertigo was really making itself a nuisance.
The socks have been sailing along. Finished both heels and started up the cuffs.
The fit is amazing, and the socks are very comfy.
(Partner made the comment that these are much too pretty to wear on the feet, they should be hung on the wall as art! I refrained from making a rude retort and kept on knitting…)
Knitting well up the cuff I again tried one on…and disaster. Somehow on one cuff I managed to make not one but two accidental yarnovers – just a couple of stitches apart, and it looked like a vampire had made two little holes above my ankle. I was already inches past that point, and I hadn’t noticed the change in stitch count.
I tried dropping one of the stitches down to the yarnover hole, hoping that I could ease the slack from the resulting ladder into the stitches alongside it. No such luck with this fabric. Plus the other yarnover is only two or three stitches to the side, and dropping that stitch as well would make the ladder impossible to smooth out.
So….nothing to do but tink. In the picture above I’d tinked a few rows already. From both socks. Since they’re two at a time. I’m considering somehow just tinking the one sock, but that would require careful counting, and concentration is not at a high right now. But still – better one than two, much less discouraging and less chance of error as well.
The momentum has definitely been disrupted. Dagnabbit, Fie. Piffle.
Yes, I could have just ignored it and carried on, but those two holes would have driven me batty. Battier. Hmph.
Let’s see the week getting better, please.