David, who has just completed two beautiful knits and is on the verge of completing two more (pictures coming soon), was looking for a new project. I thought of a couple of things for which I had yarn--and he chose the Knitty Satchel. Now note that he chose this project knowing that it was on my holiday knitting list for my brother. In other words, he offered to HELP ME WITH HOLIDAY KNITTING. David is taking the lead on this project but the plan is that I'll knit a bit of it and so will our 7yo son.
After knitting the bottom and picking up the stitches around it that form the body of the bag, David knit a row back and then joined in the round to knit in a circle. By knitting a row back, it made the reverse stockinette side of the base rectangle on the outside--inside out--while the walls were in regular stockinette.
After knitting a few inches, David showed it to me and I pointed out the mistake. A decision was made (and we disagree about who really made it) that we could live with it. He kept going.
Then 7yo Son knit a few rows. He's been doing "Art Knitting" lately--meaning he just knits and makes yarn-overs and K2togs wherever he feels will make the most artistic impact. Very cool. But the habit that he has gotten into made it easy to create some big honking yarn-overs in this project without really thinking about it.
Then David knit a few more inches.
The holes were so big I thought they would show even after heavy felting. So I dropped down to correct them.
Ever tried to drop yarn-overs out of your knitting while you are using size 13 needles? Unbelievable ladders....
So we could have lived with the holes and told my brother they were where his nephew knit. He would have laughed with pride.
And he certainly would not have dreamed that the reverse-stitch base was not intentional.
But I couldn't live with it.
After I saw what a mess-greater-than-mess I had created out of the repairs of the yarn-overs, I knew I had to rip it and knit it back.
And while I was ripping, my perfectionist streak got the better of me and I realized how close I was to the pickup. I could just rip back to there and make things right...
This was not very nice. This was not necessary for anybody but my own garlic-breathed internal critic. And it makes other people either angry or hurt. Or both.
I apologize. I'll fight the nasty liar harder next time.