...I'd like to buy an "i." (I can't think of "Wheel of Fortune" or "Jeopardy" without being transported 19 years -- sitting on our futon couch in our house at Cape Meares, OR, drinking milk and eating snickerdoodle cookies while nursing my firstborn and watching those two shows after a day at work.)
After ripping and fixing only the stitches that needed to be fixed on the first of the brainfart noncables, I took a picture so I could show y'all. I downloaded it, fixed the color, re-sized, and then emailed it to myself at work. Unfortunately, it was mailed to "vick...@whatever" instead of "vicki...@whatever." Gawd.
I had just about every stitch holder and cable needle in use for this project. It was really quite a juggling act! For some reason, the fixing of the first cable went much smoother than the second -- you'd think I'd have had a better feel for it. On the first, I ripped down to where I forgot to cross, put my cable needles into use as I arranged the stitches in their proper formation and used a crochet hook to knit 'em back up -- each stitch, two rows at a time. These are travelling cables, so the fix required patience and attention. On the second, I ripped down to the spot and decided that I'd fix 'em one row at a time. That really wasn't as smooth a process. It was 10:30 when I finally had everything as it should be, and I stayed up for about another hour so I could do some actual knitting on the saddle.
Yeah, patience and attention. I wish I could tell you how long the fix actually took -- it really didn't take anywhere near the 4-5 hours that passed on the clock from start to finish. I had numerous interruptions and distractions -- feed the kids, answer the phone, at least an hour talking to my sis in Kansas, de-stressing after the angst of that call. Ugh. Why oh why is she so far away? Why can't she let go of a relationship that has left her completely demoralized and nearly dehumanized? How can I help her rediscover and believe in herself? I am so sad for my sister, and feel so helpless.