Yep, I had to rip again. I really don't get people who call it "frogging." I'd never heard that oh-so-generous term until I started blogging. I assume that it comes from that frog mantra "rippit rippit," but that's something a frog croaks when it's happy, it's fed (or, during the Super Bowl, it's just had a beer), it's not a noise it makes when some brat catches it in a jar, and it's about to become a school dissection project. And, that's what this ripping was - surgery, multiple surgeries - suturing. Today's surgery, again, fixing a hemorrage.
Where was the hemorrage - need you ask? Of course, when I ripped the dress out, and started to knit down again, the goddamn stripes once again pooled at my middle - yep, typical Wendy, everything settles on the hips. Uch. So, I put the thing away for a couple of days (or else it was going to go the way of the Silk Garden Suit - when it doubt, turn it into a blanket). But, I went the less destructive route, and decided a rib would fix all -
So, once again I ripped,
And, we then offered Chesty up to the knitting gods -
And, I settled in to get the job done, once and for all!
And, voila - FOUR SWEATERS LATER - I have one completed Bobble Down Top Down~