Only I didn’t say “darn it.” 

I had just finished knitting the sleeves of our Post
Wisteria Saque and was feeling pretty good about it (I had spent a couple of
hours typing up the pattern from notes that afternoon and was ready to be done
with it!).  I planned to block the pieces
(fronts, back, and sleeves) after we finished watching our movie (vintage James
Bond You Only Live Twice), so I
started pulling out the notes to start the matching booties – and found one
more saque note – the one that was supposed to remind me to make the sleeves
half an inch longer. 

Darn it!  Nothing to
do but unpick the bind-off of both sleeves (always a tricksy process) and get
all 53 stitches of each sleeve back on needles (which I managed to do backward
so that all 106 stitches were twisted). 
Tie on the yarn (more ends to weave in). 
And start knitting again (untwisting each stitch for the first
row).  Knit 4 rows of each sleeve (424
stitches) and bind off all over again. 
By that time it was fairly late in the evening, James Bond had pretty
much saved the world from evil Number One, and I was not in the mood for
deciphering bootie notes.

But I did block the pieces and should be able to sew the
shoulders and start the front bands during The Oscars tonight.  I had imagined knitting something more
glamorous, but don’t really have anything that qualifies!

And now for the Small Rant.

Our newspaper runs the Bizarro
comic strip and today’s piece was a large picture of an art studio with about 7
knitters and a rotund naked man and the caption says “Figure Knitting
Class.”  Mildly amusing as an “odd
thought.”  But what ticked me off was the
stereotypical knitters:  all 7 are
female, mostly middle-aged or older, frumpy and dumpy and grumpy.  Even their knitting – a couple of sweaters, a
scarf, and undeterminable chunks of knitted fabric – looks lumpy.  C’mon! 
Really?  Do we have to even go there?!  Pff.