We all make mistakes, right? Well, maybe not Vince! 🙂
This morning as I was in bed, waiting to get up, I was thinking. First . . this all started because last night I desperately wanted to finish Chart 5 in my There and Back Shawl.
I’m going to do another post soon, once it’s finished, about how much I have loved this project!
For the most part, it’s very easy to do. The pattern is pretty intuitive in that it’s easy to notice if you’re doing the wrong thing because the “flow” is interrupted. Most of the sections will have 7 or 8 or 10 repeats of a sequence of 18 to 23 stitches. Many of them, I do the once or twice and it sticks in my head and I can finish the row without looking at the pattern. There are a few rows that just don’t “click” in my head and I have to follow the pattern stitch by stitch. Those are the rows when Vince wants to talk to me! I hate to say “Don’t talk right now, I’m counting!” because if I say it once, his reality is “I can never talk to you because you’re always counting!”
Last night he went to bed before I did. I knew that the last couple of rows of Chart 5 were going to be rows that required a bit more attention and being able to do those with Vince in bed, the dogs asleep and the TV off . . yes! Right off the bat, a stitch slipped off the needles and unraveled itself about 3 rows down before I caught it. I thought I had fixed it but a little voice kept telling me . . no . . it isn’t right. I chose not to look too closely. By now, I had 284 stitches on my needles. I did Rows 71, 72, 73 and 74 . . that’s over 1,000 stitches! Once I finished Chart 5, I spread it out a little to look at it, and it was obvious that my “fix” wasn’t right so I had to rip back to row 67. That is close to 3,000 stitches . . one stitch at a time, because my last lifeline was on Row 60. Adding to the time it took . . beads that had to be removed and put back in their little baggie.
I got all the stitches ripped back, got back to Row 71 and went to bed.
The worst part . . I couldn’t even blame anyone else . . not the dogs, not the TV, not the internet. I was sitting there, in my perfect little space, nothing but quiet, no distractions, and I screwed up.
So, what I was thinking about this morning . . some people would have stopped and ripped back right then and made absolutely sure everything was right. Not me . . I hope for the best and almost always create more work for myself. Even when quilting, I’d sometimes make a little mistake piecing or points didn’t line up and I’d think . . it’s not a big deal. I’d get the top loaded on the longarm and then decide I couldn’t live with it and have to go back and it’s so much more time consuming to fix it at that point.
How do you do it? Hope for the best or stop right then and make 100% sure it’s right before proceeding? Is there any hope for those of us who hope for the best . . that some day we’ll learn to stop right then and fix it?