Way back when, almost three years ago, I knit a garterlac dishcloth during a very turbulent time in my life. I had only been knitting for about a year, and the lease was up on my apartment 50 feet from the Interstate in downtown Seattle, and I had two weeks to find a place to live. I fell in love with the pattern, because I could knit just a wee little square or triangle, and feel like I was making progress on it.
This weekend I was in the mood for some dishcloth knitting, so I decided to revisit the pattern. With three more years of knitting experience under my belt, the pattern was a piece of cake. I understood what was going on, and I barely needed to glance at the instructions. The last time I knit this pattern, I had to follow the pattern line by line and count every stitch. I flew through it, patting myself on the back for all the progress I’ve made as a knitter.
You know where this is going, right?
I’m not actually sure what happened. At least once, I must have turned one too many times and started knitting in the wrong direction. I think I may also have put a square where a triangle should have been.
And so it is that I had to rip back a dishcloth. Sheesh!
Fortunately it worked out alright the second time. I was duly humbled.