Lovely Husband answered the phone a few evenings ago to a very distraught Lovely Littlest. It turned out she’d left her knitting on the coffee table only to return to find it on the floor with half the stitches fallen off the needle. She’d shoved them back on, but knew some had been dropped.
‘Of course Mum can sort it out over the phone,’ Lovely Husband reassured her.
‘I don’t know how to pick the stitches up,’ she wailed, as I took the phone. ‘I’ve knitted six or seven inches, I don’t want to have to pull all that back!’
I’ve taught knitting in various less than ideal settings – in cafes, on trains etc – but never over the phone. But this was my baby and she was in distress. I had to do something to save the her from her hatastrophie.
Since the intensity of her distress was prosecco induced, I advised her to put her knitting somewhere safe until the next day, when of course I could help her sort it out over the phone.
Next day I asked her to send me some photos. To my relief it didn’t look too bad.
Once on the phone, I closed my eyes and visualised what was happening as I explained how to tink her way back across the row, picking up the dropped stitches as she went. It took a while, but together we saved it with only one row tinked back.
The next day, I received this pic…
This is Lovely Littlest’s first finished object – if you read my Sunday Sevens, you may recall her first knitting project was a scarf, but she hasn’t finished that yet. As any true knitter should, she has several projects on the go – even though she’s only just started.
So very proud of my girl, for both finishing her first knitting project and for saving herself from a hatastrophie 🙂
I also can’t resist pointing out that while I was sorting picture out for this post, I noticed how much Lovely Littlest and Hicks look like each other in these pictures 🙂