One of these days, I'm going to write a blog post at a time other than at 4am. I know it's going to happen. Really. Obviously I haven't exactly been sleeping well recently. Just about every night this week I've woken up at 3am and been wide awake until about 6am (because of course it works perfectly to be tired right around the time everyone else is waking up). Part of me has actually been enjoying the quiet few hours to myself with my yarn, and at 3am I work on whatever I feel like with no guilt about other languishing projects.
For the last couple of nights (okay, I guess early mornings), I've been working on the Leyfi Pullover from the most recent Interweave Knits. I won't get into the ridiculousness of knitting a bulky wool sweater in August; I have no explanation. Knitting the first lace chart did not go exactly smoothly. There was a lot of this: knit a round, get to the end and have the wrong number of stitches, rip back to a mistake, knit the round again, still have the wrong number of stitches, decide I don't care and K2tog or something in an inconspicuous place and continue onto the next round. Rinse. Repeat.
Now I'm quite comfortable knitting lace and once the pattern is established, I'm pretty good at reading my knitting so I notice if I'm off a stitch immediately, but I didn't get a handle on this pattern right away--probably had something to do with the fact that it was 4am. So the other night, I finally got to a point where the lace pattern was taking shape, and I could suddenly "read" a really big screw up. If you look at the picture of the finished sweater there are vertical lines in between the leaves going straight down from the neck. Um, my lines were not straight. I had gotten off pattern early on and by the time I recovered, I had knit a chunk of the lace pattern in sort of the wrong place, and finally I noticed the clear break in what should be a vertical line of stitches.
Well, see there's the risk of knitting from a small chart at 4am. Not always the best result. But in the wee hours of the morning, this didn't seem that bad. I told myself it was barely noticeable. And maybe the broken lines actually softened the look of the sweater. Yes! That's it! A design element. I had just customized the sweater a little, right? No problem. I felt so relieved--the somewhat annoying perfectionist in me seemed to not mind this mistake. Nope, not one bit. I kept knitting for awhile and then put it aside and fell asleep for a couple of hours.
What a difference 2 hours of sleep will do. My whole drive to work all I could think about was this screw up. The perfectionist in me had kicked in with a little sleep and now I couldn't imagine not ripping it all out. Sigh.