HAVE RELOADED PICTURES - SORRY!
I keep my stitch markers in a tooth fairy box. My boys are way too old to need it anymore and it is just the right size. It sits on my table next to my knitting chair and silently waits upon my call, like a well trained servant should.
Last night I burned the midnight oil.
Until it burned me back, in the form of a splitting headache.
I reached for the aspirin bottle.
Have you ever noticed that an aspirin tablet is roughly the same shape and circumference as a medium size stitch marker?
You can see where this train wreck is going, can't you?
Yep, next thing I know, I swallowed a stitch marker.
I took it as a sign. It was time to haul my tired carcass upstairs to bed.
So I got 20 rows into the diamond panel, 92 to go.
And I reached my happy place. You know, that place or time when the last pieces fall into place and go, "CLICK"
And all is right with the world.
Even if you do have a headache and a stitch marker in your stomach.
I considered a trip to the emergency room, but decided the medical types would never understand how this happened. And besides, I had knitting to do!
(I think this takes internalizing your work to a whole new level)
In the original design, the center diamond was separated from the main pattern by two twisted stitches. I changed it up for a traveling stitch, then I decided, if one traveling stitch was good, two would be even better! That way it would mirror the twisted stitches running up the sides of the piece.
(I think it was my inner genius talking, but it could have been my inner stitch marker.)
Last piece? A bead placed in the dip between the two lines.
Just like that. No more dithering. No more modifications.
Happy, happy, happy...
More pics on Sunday. Stay tuned...