Frogging

Frogging is not fun. After finishing the ribbing at the waist of my 1930's sweater and knitting a few rows of the main body, I decided that I had used the wrong needle size on the ribbing. I had to go down a size for gauge in the pattern section so I went down a size for the ribbing too. Bad choice. Of course, I decide this after 3.5" of ribbing and 1" of pattern. It's sad to rewind all that yarn back onto the ball. It was only about 40-45 rows so I guess it could have been worse. On the plus-side it's now completely brainless knitting again - knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one........and there will be fewer rows to get to 3.5".

In happier news, I've nearly finished one of the sleeves for my 1610's jacket and have started on the second one. Would it be finished by now if I were machine-sewing it? Yes. Do I care? Not in the slightest. There really is something soothing about hand-sewing.