Yep. Twisted stitches every other row. I wrapped the yarn the wrong way round when making the knit stitch. Took me a while to figure this out.
Anyway, twisted stitches or no, I just don’t wear this sweater. And considering that it’s made out of my 100% favorite yarn evah, that seemed a shame. So yesterday, in between bouts of Freud, I frogged and reknit.
First, I thought I would make a giant cowl, as conceived by Teva Durham. Good for knitting while reading, but it didn’t use nearly enough of my precious wool. And I could tell that I was just headed down another block of Disappointment Street. The giant cowl would be kind of practical — I work in a meat freezer, basically — but I didn’t think I’d get a lot of wear out of it, as the fit was a bit funky.
So I regrouped. And went with an old favorite: the mini shawl. Again, I worked my stretchy shawl cast-on magic, using a garter tab and picking up the initial stitches. This time, though, I started with 13 stitches: turns out that’s the fewest number possible to set-up the yarn-over increases properly. (I had to get out my last version and the pencil and paper. I’m a visual learner. The cat helped.)
Now, I’m on my way to creating what I think I may call the ugliest shawl in the world. Kind of like the ugliest dog. I am going to love it with all of my Kunterbunt heart. Because I’m flashy, if only in secret.