...it will come back to bite you. Or, as the Yarn Harlot would say, the Knitting Gods will smite you. Remember how I said I knew I messed up the toe on the second of Mom's socks but didn't know what I did and wasn't going to fix it. Well, of course, it kept nagging at me. Not necessarily to fix it, but just to figure out what I did wrong. So this afternoon, I looked at the first sock. I looked at the second sock. I looked at the first sock again. And realized what I had done. I was so confident that I knew what I was doing that I didn't bother to check my standby pattern for the toe decreases. The *ahem* TWO decreases on each needle (remember, I do socks on magic loop), not the ONE decrease on each needle like on the heel gusset. No wonder the thing looked weird. Now that I know what I did, and how to fix it, I am going to bite the bullet and frog the toe and redo it properly. Sorry Mom, you'll have to wait a few days more for your socks.
I'm still in a quandry on the SRSP sleeves. My stitch gauge is still spot on. The sleeves are supposed to be 15 1/4" across the widest part, and they are. My row gauge has put me 1/2" longer than I should be at this point. Now, granted, I have long ape arms and I had to add length to the Rogue sleeves. I think I'm talking myself into just continuing with it and just letting it go.
I cut and pieced four blocks for the Sampler Quilt tonight. I've decided my favorite part of the process is...measuring and cutting. The piecing is fun, the quilting...well, I haven't been able to try that - the machine definitely can't handle it...but the cutting is like drafting, and I've always liked doing that. The pieces so far look pretty good, too. I'll take pics tomorrow, when I have all six blocks pieced.
I watched the sparring class tonight. It still looks scary, but it looks like fun, too. You remember when you were little and the big kids were doing something that you knew was dangerous but looked so fun that you really wished you were a big kid too? That's how I was tonight. Cute Green Belt was there, and Purple-Belt-now-Blue-Belt Guy, and a few others I recognized from class. I kept getting the "what are YOU doing here?" looks from the students, I think partially because of the night and partially because I wasn't training, wasn't in my dobok and still had my makeup from work on, they probably didn't recognize me at first, and from Mr. H (okay, I really have no idea what his name is, I'm guessing - I almost didn't recognize him tonight, he got a haircut!), but it was cool.
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My feelings about sparring range from hating it to shocking myself, like I did Thursday night, when a back kick landed solidly on my partner's upper arm/lower shoulder. I didn't know I could back kick that high...
Do it!
I don't think I can actually participate in sparring yet in the studio rules. I'm not completely certain, but I think only camos and higher are allowed. I would certainly be the lowest belt and least experienced there by a LONG shot. I'll probably watch again next week.
If it makes you feel better, I was 3/4 of the way through a sock three hours ago, and now I'm about to cast on. For that same sock. Because something at the tenth row has been bugging me since then, and I still don't know what it is, but I'll be damned if I let it stay there.
Why I couldn't make this decision on row eleven or twelve I don't know.
But there you have it.
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