these look a little washed out since I put them under a bright light to photo and work on them. But I’ve been using some really dark grey yarn scraps up on scrap ankle socks. After wearing these I realized there was a dropped stitch in the cuff! This is starting to be a thing.
I’m not thrilled. Either with my eyes starting to go (hello, not quite 40) or with my knitting prowess. On the other hand, I got to pull out a crochet hook to gently pick up the stitch and the 4 rungs it had already dropped down.
I then took a piece of the scrap yarn and duplicate stitched into the loose stitch and around the other stitches to hold the loose stitch in place. I figure a few washings and the minor felting that happens even with superwash and you’ll never know.
While working on my Calligraphy Cardigan by Hannah Fettig, which I am so looking forward to finishing and wearing (next December, which is our one month of winter on the Central Coast of CA). The yarn is a worseted weight washable from Knitpicks.
At any rate, I’m done with the body. All I have left is 2 sleeves & 2 button bands (and, if I follow advice from the Knitmore Girls a grosgrain ribbon backing for the buttons).
I’m heading down the left sleeve, past the decreases and on to the straight before the ribbing. And I’m turning and petting and knitting and turning. And ‘lo!
That is a dropped stitch.
And another view. So annoying. I’ve been knitting, knitting, knitting and that darn stitch has been lurking. Hiding. And, I’m sure, giggling and laughing about its free status.
So I grabbed a crochet hook and picked stitches up for, let me count, over 45 rows of very tight ladder. At least I caught the darn thing before I was wearing it, right?