...or why, oh, why am I so moebius challenged?
I cast on the moebius for the umptieth time on Sunday night at Ann(e)'s during the Arrested Development portion of my long, fiber fest weekend wherein I learned the source of most of the rest of the weekend's soundtrack -- the wacky AD wisecracks. There seems to be one for every occasion! ; ) And by that, I mean that there are many, but also pretty much one. A one-size-fits-all wisecrack. Yeah.
Sunday's cast-on attempt was just one of a series of tries over the past few months, once with the kind and able assistance of Amy Lu. And still... I've been having a problem with the moebius. I'd finally got nearly everything right, except for a big, bothersome, gaping hole that would appear at the beginning, but I wouldn't see it 'til the end. It's a moebius, so that kind of make sense. Trust me. I actually figured that part out all on my own -- it had to do with one little bit of direction at the very beginning that I missed, oh, and then another one -- and I've been merrily knitting my way back to Wisconsin from New York, making mighty fine progress. Until now. I'm feeling downright plagued.
The moebius, you see, is supposed to have a twist. Mine has three.
The good thing is, I'm learning something new each time. Today's lesson: Every single word in those directions must be read, heeded, understood, read again, and then taken literally. And also double-checked.
I will not let it get the best of me, so I'm ripping and re-doing. Again. I'm also casting on a few more stitches this time for a few more repeats -- it'll fit better. I do all this, over and over, with the head-whacking and everything, because the yarn is just so beautiful and this item something so practical and yet so pretty. I think I might also make some pretty, warm and matching things for my wrists.