I was unpinning my Labyrinth sweater this morning when I noticed something disturbing. No, disturbing doesn’t cut it. Terrifying, horrific, nightmarish, utterly awful. A dropped stitch. Way up high in the shoulder, which means that I did it long, long ago, I dropped a stitch. This is where my unending love for this yarn comes in – it didn’t run. There it sat, through knitting of body and sleeves. There it waited, through knitting of neckline and all the finishing. There it held, through blocking… twice. (If you remember, I blocked it after the first sleeve to see that it was a good fit. Then, I had to block it again after the second sleeve.) Wonderful, sticky yarn that didn’t run.
My mind was swimming with all the ways I could handle this predicament. Wailing and gnashing of teeth was my favorite option, but I ended up doing something even better. I fixed it. I think. Then I thought, “I have all these knitterly people online at my disposal. I should show them what I just did.” Now, whether I have opened myself up to ridicule or praise, I do not know. But, here goes. (I am using a fabricated swatch, because I thought of posting this after I had finished doing it, and I wasn’t about to take it out – not even for you, my Dearies.)
The dropped stitch:
I don’t plan on messing with it. It is in a less than obvious spot and will probably never bother me, but –
How would you have fixed this if it had happened to you?