After knitting two baby blankets last year practically back to back, I wanted to knit something for me. It was spring, so I decided on Abalone, a cute short sleeved sweater that I could easily use through summer. I excitedly cast-on and mindlessly, but happily knit a stockinette pattern during my commute on BART. Eventually, as with all my projects it seems, the sweater was set aside for another project, Clara (which deserves a whole separate post).
Fast forward to a couple months ago. I thought I'd take another stab at knitting Abalone, after all, it was spring again. As I re-acquainted myself with the pattern I soon discovered that I had knit more rows that needed. Way. More. Rows.
I've been slowly tinking back to get it to the right length so I can actually knit and possibly finish. I know I really should just insert a lifeline to the correct length, but my last attempt at inserting a lifeline was less than successful. So patiently I continue.