The Frog Pond That Consumed Albuquerque

This is Max:

Max would like it to stop raining now, please, so that he can chitter at the birdies some more. Max also is in the window that overlooks the pool in our backyard, shuttered for mechanical problems and the winter, which resembles the frog pond my knitting is about to become. (Stretching Segue, meet YarnGeek. YarnGeek, meet Stretching Segue.)

I am making the Elizabeth Zimmerman saddle-shouldered aran cardigan for TSH. It began thus:

The front — note steek stockinette portion in center — and the back:

Classic Elite Skye Tweed, because Jared’s was so lovely in the same yarn, and because WEBS had it on sale. Look closely, because all that knitting is going to get frogged.

There are a number of issues, most of which aren’t readily visible in those images because to confront them directly even in photography was too much for my delicate sensibilities. Chief amongst my troubles with this iteration is that I made mistakes in cabling that I was able to drop down and fix, only to discover yet more issues, etc., and on until I’d dropped down so many times that it all just looks a right mess. I don’t care if blocking would bring the huge ladders thus created back in line, I just can’t stand looking at it another minute.

Secondly, I forgot when I cast on for this sweater that you pick up stitches for garter stitch edging all the way around the cardigan post-steek. See the twisted ribbing at the bottom of that?

Yeah.

So, it’s getting frogged. As is the Lizard Ridge Square. Sigh.

True to Renee’s advice, I consulted Cat Bordhi’s New Pathways for Sock Knitters book for her instructions on picking up wraps and I agree that this should solve my issue with Lizard Ridge. So maybe I can show you more than one square in the not-so-distant future, eh?

I leave you with today’s drug of choice:

Crack, I tell you! (Dear Peninah, THANK YOU for introducing me to Vosges! Are you still out there so I can send you your bag I promised way back when?)