Back to the knitting. Or unknitting, as the case may be.
For sometimes, that's how we must knit - by going backwards. Because sometimes, we're not really paying attention. Sometimes, our notes for one sweater are scattered all over two notebooks, in four different colored pens with far too many question marks scattered about, and one year into the project, one really can't tell what's what anymore. And sometimes, rather that leisurely working one's way up to the the neckline, we should really listen to Elizabeth Zimmermann when she advises to decrease "fast and furiously" on a yoked sweater. Because nobody likes an itchy sweater that reaches so high it could practically touch one's ears. Not to mention the whole 'it doesn't fit over my head' detail.
Unknitting, or frogging, as we knitters funnily call it, is a very frightening thing. A frightening, terrible, and rather distressing thing (not frightening, terrible, or distressing in the face of Real World Problems, of course). But sometimes it simply must be done. When required, I believe it is best done with eyes half closed, deep breaths taken, glass of wine (and/or chocolate) at one's side, and if available - a cheerleading team of little ones to encourage you along. Doing it in the dark helps, too.
But on the other side of the unknitting, we get back to the knitting once again. And so, if you'll excuse me, I've got some of that to do today. Because those live stitches just sitting there all exposed like that is making me itchy all over again.
Fingers crossed we're only moving forward from here.
