Posted on December 8, 2004 at 5:07 pm
Last winter, I readied an old friend for a facelift. My favorite sweater of all time–a Kim Hargreaves number from Rowan number 8–was in need of new cuffs. The yarn had given out and was fraying badly. I unravelled one arduous cuff and transferred the stitches to needles for re-knitting to find that I hadn’t the skein of black Magpie in the stash that I thought I had. I found the yarn I was picturing in my mind’s eye as Rowan black Magpie, but when I got there, it was a grey-flecked black tweed something else in DK, and different enough that even a clever cheat of double thickness wouldn’t do. This year, I was determined to not spend another winter without my old friend, and searched stores and the Web for the yarn. To the rescue came Kim (thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou, Kim) who read of my plight on Knitter’s Review and sent me the skein I needed from her stash, and yesterday I set about to resurrect my beloved. Here’s the picture I took to show you the before and after and to recommend that you always keep that last skein of yarn in the stash for a good sweater, because someday, you just might need it, thus fulfilling my public service quotient for the week.
But that’s not where my story ends.
On my way downstairs, with knitting in one hand and camera in the other, I dodged the toddler ricocheting off the walls so as not to stab the little rascal with the pincushion of needles that was the cuff.
And I banged into the banister.
And I felt something catch in a way that didn’t seem right.
And then I looked down, and this is what I saw ===========>
(please don’t enlarge it if you’re squeemish)
Yes, that is what you think it is. A size 6 dpn stuck about an inch deep into my hip (so that’s where my pelvic bone is!).
Well, I figured, I had camera in hand, and my husband wasn’t going to believe this.
So I took a picture. Really.
I promise you that I didn’t do this just so that I had something to post today.