Or, fixing a mistake
A long time ago, I knit Sabrina a baby blanket. Not just any blanket; an Oregon Ducks log cabin! So awesome!
Or not so awesome... I used scraps from my stash. I thought they were all acrylic. I really did. Months later, or even a year later, I noticed some pulling in of one section. Uh-oh! Wool. 100% wool.
Fast forward another 4 years.
I've been thinking about this blanket every time I see it. It's been washed. And washed. And washed. Every time, I think about cutting the felted section out, picking the stitches up, and re knitting that section. Really? I didn't do it.
Until last night. Richard was folding clothes and came across the blanket. The deformed blanket that my daughter loves. He says, "Can't you fix it?" and I immediately accepted the challenge. I picked out a new green, found a darning needle, some extra yarn in a light color and some very sharp scissors.
2 hours later:
It was late. I was tired. I may have snipped a stitch I shouldn't have, so I'll have to fix that as well. Tonight, I'm going to try to re-knit it.