Pro Tip: Don't Knit Angry

You would have thought I'd learned my lesson by now.

When in doubt, and I'm angry about something, I should put down the knitting needles and walk away. Or sit and play Bejeweled. Or sit and do something that doesn't require attention and precision, and all of the other things that tend to fly out the window when you're ticked off.

Friday afternoon, I was angry. I was irked. I was irritated. And I wanted to knit a sock. I really should have stopped myself there.

I'd started said sock Thursday night, in preparation for my trip to DC on Saturday and Sunday. I'd make some decent progress. Only four rows, but enough that I could see there was progress being made, and, most importantly, the round was not twisted.

Note the use of the word "was".

Somehow, within five minutes of picking up the sock to knit on Friday during my lunch break, I'd managed to twist it. I still don't quite know how it happened. I noticed that the cables were knotted when I picked up the sock, and I decided that to unknot them, I needed to flip them. I think that's when I somehow turned it, and knit into the finished side instead.

Go ahead. Laugh. I'd be laughing if it hadn't happened to me.

The only solution was to rip it out. I guess I could have tinked back, and undone what I'd done, but honestly, I wasn't sure how, and I thought it would be more frustrating to do that.

I guess this was better than what I'd done the last time I'd knit angry.

After a "discussion" with my ex-boyfriend (still the boyfriend, at the time), he went out for a run and I picked up my knitting -- a baby blanket. I was so flustered and frustrated over the discussion and not knowing what to think or feel besides HURT, that I just picked it up and started knitting.

I didn't stop to think about what I was doing, or that maybe knitting a detailed pattern wasn't the greatest idea at the time. So instead, I picked it up, started at the row I thought I had left off on, and started knitting. Turned out I was two rows off. And didn't realize it until I had knit for five rows. On a fairly large baby blanket.

30 minutes of angry knitting led to three hours of slowily unknitting.

Someday I will learn.