Since Monday was a holiday, Tuesday decided to kick me like only a Monday could. I had endless waiting time. Usually I welcome waiting time, but the time I had on my hands yesterday wasn't conducive to knitting. Such a waste. When I wasn't waiting, I was tethered to my computer, putting out virtual fires with a string of emails. I was only too happy to see Tuesday come to an end.
When I woke up this morning and surveyed my knitting, I had a sinking feeling. Could it be the bad vibes of Tuesday had spilled over into Wednesday?
Yesterday between breaks in the action I had been working on this sleeve. In the morning light I had to admit that the gauge was wonky. It was probably one of those things that wouldn't be noticeable unless I pointed it out. But could I live with it? I contemplated my options, set the sleeve aside and went to pour more coffee.
I could carry on as if everything were right on target, knit to the cuff and then decide that I couldn't live with it and rip it all out. Or I could kick this bad karma in the pants, rip it all out now and start fresh.
By the time I had re-filled my coffee cup, I knew what I had to do.
Today is a new day . . . and a new sleeve.