I can relate this reminder to so much in my life, but it especially rings true to knitting. Yesterday, I was working on an afghan for one of my granddaughters. About three-fourths of the way complete and way comfortable with the pattern, my mind wandered to other things: those cheesy potatoes I needed to make for the planned get-together that evening, bills that needed to be paid or would result in late fees, the roses that needed to be dead-headed or they’d quit blooming… A big piece of farm machinery rumbled down the road, bringing me back to the present.
Imagine my surprise to see that I’d purled instead knit a whole row—all 197 stitches. There was a time in the distant past where purling was so much of a pain that I could never be unconscious enough to make this kind of error.
The pain of tinking back those 197 stitches was a good reminder to not let my mind wander too far from the task as hand.