At a long and intense board meeting last night, I was knitting a sock to keep me sane and well-behaved. After I had passed the decreases after the heel pick-ups, I felt a bump of yarn against my fingers and looked down. Sure enough, there was a knot--and the new yarn was tied on at a completely different color.
As I looked at the yarn around the outside of the ball, I realized that the sequence ahead was the reverse of what it should be. It needed to be rewound in reverse order--and I did not feel I could do that subtly in the middle of the meeting.
What should I do? Not KNIT? So I continued on, struggling with the thought that when I knit the second sock, I'll have to unwind a correctly-wound ball in order to construct a matching sock.
Or, gulp, I could try to live with, egads, fraternal socks.... Do any of you share this absolute revulsion with me? I feel a little queasy just looking at this sock.
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BTW, FemiKnit Mafia yesterday led me to a fantastic very-short film about an obsessive knitter. Check it out!