The cowl and I had a difference of opinion. When I pulled it back to the error, I wanted to knit it back up, adjust the edge stitches and move on. It wanted to get lumpy, grumpy and uncooperative. I responded as only a knitter can.
I cried and threw it on the floor.
After cursing about how I “hate” the cowl and the cowl is “stupid”, and being told that I didn’t have to finish it if I didn’t want to, I did the next most rational thing.
I picked up stitches on the last decent row, and I frogged the whole thing. 2/3 of the thing.
I put it in the “bad knitting” box (well, it’s in the knitting bowl, technically). See how innocent it looks in there? It’s lying to you!
BTW, this colour is a little more true to life. Apparently, poor lighting is the trick…
To teach it a lesson, I cast on these socks and am knitting them merrily and with utter disregard to the cowl’s feelings on the subject. When it learns its lesson, I may resume our relationship. You hear that, cowl? MAY!
One of these days, I look forward to acquiring that patience that knitting was supposed to teach me when I started…