Remember how I told you I went to a sports ball event last week? Well, I won Blazers tickets at Christmas party for my day job. My plan originally was to give them to Thing 2 and her S.O. for Christmas. However, Poopie thought it might be fun/interesting to go to the game. So, last Thursday night, we went. As you can tell, our seats were nosebleed seats (third row from the top). Which means that Poopie and I were both terrified we would randomly fall over, and tumble to our deaths. Neither one of us is really into any of the sports balls. This was an experiment.
Wednesday, I realized that I needed to start another hat so I could knit while watching the sports ball tournament (full disclosure, I’m totally using the wrong terminology for purposes of aggravation). I mentioned this to Poopie, and he asked me if I wouldn’t rather do a project where things change when there’s a score. Don’t worry that this sentence didn’t make sense. This happens in long term relationships (a friend and I have been known to have entire conversations without saying a single word). The important thing is that I knew what he was talking about.
Poopie was referring to one of the first classes (I think it was *the* first class, but don’t want to exaggerate) I took at a festival. I don’t recall the name of the class. But the instructor was Debbie New. I had no idea who she was, but she had already written Unexpected Knitting. This class was a very interesting take on patterning. If you check out her book at the library, or purchase a copy, you will find that she is an insanely smart person. This particular idea is a variation on the one she calls “Cellular Automaton” knitting. It’s an idea taken from nature, where the environment dictates how the pattern develops. (I really need to figure out what would be necessary to teach this technique) Anyhoo, I thought this sounded like a great idea for a souvenir of the sports ball event.
The idea *was* great. The execution was not.
The first section here is my attempt at remembering what to do. I separated it with a purl row.
Then we have the first quarter. My plan was to do a yarn over each basket, and the direction of the decrease would be who made the basket, so right leaning would be us, and left leaning would be them. I chose to do lace vs. a knit/purl patterning because the yarn is speckled and fuzzy.
What that means, though is that the “wrong” side is generally stockinette, so I can’t “record” any points during my knitting back section. So, you can see partway through, I gave up on that, and did yarn overs regardless of right or wrong side.
I missed soooo many baskets though, because I was going off of crowd reaction. I apparently dropped a bunch of stitches, because everything got smaller.
As you can see, the match went into overtime. Poopie was less than enthusiastic about that. Which made me unreasonably happy.
The featured photo is what I ended up with. While I am perfectly happy with a random patterning, this just looked like I had no idea what I was doing. Even if that is often true, I try not to advertise that. It’s a secret between us, Dear Reader. So, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I like the idea of a keepsake of the sports ball. But I did NOT like the scarf. I decided to take it out and start over. Poopie reminded me to take pictures. So here they are!!
Why, you may ask, am I talking about sports ball from last week when I’m at Madrona? Well, this is the scarf that I was working on on the train. So, there’s that. I’ve restarted it, and re-did the rules. I may post more specifics about it, but yesterday had a story that I thought would go well with Friday Fails and Fixes.
Remember how L was working on green? It’s a pattern that Madrona put out in 2014 for the event. Well, yesterday, while waiting for Pam, L had to frog and tink and was *very* mildly irritated with a mistake somewhere in her knitting. Meanwhile, I was knitting away on this scarf. Then I got super excited. I had had a mutation! There was some error somewhere, and the patterning I hadn’t even realized was occurring in my “random” stitches got messed up. It may be difficult to tell, but the eyelets below the box tend to go up towards the right. Regardless of how random the pattern is, the eyelet is always to the right. However, you can see in the box that the eyelets are to the left of the row below. I got off a stitch somehow. It was super exciting for me. L thinks I should teach her this technique so that she can be excited for mistakes as well, rather than irritated. I told her I’d think about it.
So, in this post we have a couple of methods of dealing with failure. We can be glad we tried something, but decide that it’s really not for us (sports ball games). We can admit that something isn’t working in the form that it’s in and try something new (first scarf). Or, we can be excited to see what new
fresh hell we’ve wrought exciting things we can discover (current scarf). Regardless, if you aren’t failing, you aren’t trying new things!