60 Scarves in 60 days

The deadline is creeping closer! I just resumed work on the Bernat Glacier knitted scarf. Everything is a learning process...right? This week I learned "tinking" or rather, I tried "tinking". Tinking is knitting backwards. When you make a mistake that is not a dropped stitch, you can un-knit by tinking. The thing is, I wasn't sure how to do it. I was working basic stockinette stitch and it came time to add a new ball. I have done this only once or twice before, but I managed to do it successfully...not this time. So I added in my new strand, but somewhere along the way, I continued knitting with the old strand that had like 12" still on it, but I wanted to switch yarns at the beginning of the row, and I didn't think 12" would make it all the way across. So halfway through the row, I run out of yarn, and I realize that I was knitting with the wrong yarn. So I try to un-knit the stitches that I just made, only I must not have put them back on the left needle correctly. I must have turned them or something. I did get it un-knit and I was able to salvage the row, and keep working, but it doesn't quite look right. A person who isn't looking might not notice the change in what? gauge? twist? orientation? but I noticed. I haven't decided if at the 40" mark I'm going to now start over on the scarf or keep going and chalk it up to a learning experience.

"Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted". Another one of my favorite quotes, but I've never been able to find out who said it. I say it all the time!

Here's a dog picture for you dog lovers out there. I heard some distant rumbling about the presence of "the cat" but no dogs! So here is the Neph-Dog "Corduroy" with Chief (who badly needs a haircut, Chief, not Corduroy). He's my Nephew's dog. He's a great dog. The funny thing about this dog is that when you walk into their house to visit, Corduroy won't leave you alone until you bend over and let him smell your hair! It's really funny. I guess that's how he knows who you are? At first I thought it was a little odd now I find it a little endearing. He's a 10 year old border collie.