I was down to decreasing the toes of my latest pair of socks when I encountered a problem. Two dropped stitches, just hanging there, slowly working their way farther and farther down. Well, once you realize you've dropped stitches, you just stop and pick them up, right?
Perhaps I could've done it if I had noticed as soon as I had dropped them. My excuse is that I've been fighting off a cold (yeah, I've been wrestling pretty constantly with colds since Thanksgiving. It never seems to end.) In decreasing my toes, I've pulled the corners where the DPN's meet nice and tight, to avoid ladders. And of course, that's where the two stitches were dropped. Could I have dropped a SSK? Or two? It must've happened that way. And though I tried, there was no way to bring them back up without a weird bump.
So I pulled it out, back to just before the toe decreases. I guess that's what you get for knitting in a hurry. See, I wanted to finish these socks, and then take a little nap. So I ripped, got the stitches back on the needles in approximately the correct way, and then took my nap. For about 11 and a half hours. See, I told you I was fighting something!
I saw a knitter on the subway this morning. In fact, she sat in the seat right next to me, with her pink knitting. I almost asked her if it was Christmas knitting, to sort of see if she wanted to talk knitting. But I chickened out. I imagined telling her my woes of dropped stitches and ripping out when almost done with the toes of a top-down sock, but . . . my stop was the next stop, and my knitting was shoved deep in my canvas bag, and I worried a little she'd think I was nuts. (Probably true.)
I'm sure she'd have been very nice. But I am a Fraidy Bear.