I have begun the knitting above three times, and each time I can’t make it farther than what is pictured. The first time I was visiting my parents and my mom asked me a question in the middle of a row. 57 stitches. There are suppose to be 58. I set it aside.
We came home. I didn’t want to be defeated. Cast on again. End of the row. 57 stitches. There are suppose to be 58. I ripped it back.
Determined. I cast on, again. Spoke the first row aloud while Eva showed me her tooth filled grin. I do believe “SSK 1, SSK 2, SSK 3” sounds quite funny to my Eva. Take that row 1. Row 3 got me the third go round. 56 stitches. There are suppose to be 58. Again? Are you kidding me????
I ripped it back. I am not sure how long I want the story to go on repeat. Really, I am just not sure I want to concentrate so much right now. I think this will just have to sleep soundly for a little while, until I find something I have a little more excitement about knitting.
On my bedside table, I just brought home The Dirty Life. I started reading it this week. Kimball’s writing is poetic, and so far I am really enjoying it.
:: Do any of you have any books you recommend on home canning? I would like to learn a little bit more.
We picked our first tomato last night. Warm from the day’s sunshine, crisp them juicy. Summer’s perfect red.
++ joining Ginny from small things today in our love of knitting and reading with a yarn along.