Earlier this week I met up with a couple of lovely knitters.
One of them was interested in my Two Hearts, so I proudly took the first completed piece to show her. After a cursory glance over the project, she asked “Do you find you often mis-cross the cables?” (or something like that).
“Oh yeah, I’m always worried about that, but I meticulously check as I go, and often take a photo as it helps me spot mistakes that I might not otherwise! I did mis-cross a couple on this one, but was able to spot them in time.” I proudly replied. At the back of my mind, I was slightly concerned at the tone in her voice.
We chatted for a minute or two about how awful it was to see mis-crossed cables in other peoples’ work.
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you do have a mis-crossed cable here. I spotted it immediately.” (Did I note a tone of impatient triumph in her voice!?) She pointed to the offending cable, and my heart sank all the way down into the toes of my dear hand knitted socks. [here the reader shall mentally picture me thinking a choice expletive. I might have uttered it out aloud. I don’t know. I was in shock.]
Somehow, I had managed to miss-cross a cable and not notice. For the first time ever. I stared in dismay at this thing of horror. [insert more choice expletives]. I may babbled flippant remarks about people not noticing it, or covering it with a button, or something equally as witless. The sort of thing you say when internally you are freaking out in a very major sort of way and trying desperately to cover one’s embarrassment.
Now, once an error has been pointed out, you can never NOT notice the mistake. The stupid thing stuck out from my knitting like a great big glaring beacon.
I slunk home with my tail between my legs, both cursing and thanking the knitter for pointing out the stupid mistake. Once I got home, I looked at the offending cable, and wondered how I was going to fix it and how I never managed to notice it! Despite my earlier nonsense about ignoring it, there was no question of it staying that way! It was in far-too-prominent a location for that.
I did not care to rip back a week’s worth of knitting, nor was I was I going to drop the stitches from the cast-off point all the way down to the crossed cable! And I really, really, did not want to try cutting the cable at the point of mistake and re-crossing it.
After some deliberation, in which I wondered if I could just ignore the mistake (no!), I decided that cutting at the point of mistake seemed to be the only option. It was time to take a step-up challenge!! I looked up fixing cables on the Internet.
Thank bloody goodness, someone has been thinking laterally. Here was my solution – set out in an issue of Twist Collective (I went for Method 2, the less scary one).
Picking up the stitches.
Knitting extra stitches, then grafting (there may have been several goes at getting this right).
Ta da! Mischief Managed!!
Because of the properties of this yarn, the extra layer of stitches is not noticeable. You wouldn’t even know there was a mis-crossed cable there. I shall never fear another mis-crossed cable ever again! What a genius solution! I sighed a very large and happy sigh.
I think I have just about forgiven the knitter for pointing out my mistake. After all, it would have been far more embarrassing to be seen wearing that mistake and not know about it!!