Oh Yeah! I'm A Rock Star!!!
Now you veteran knitters are poopooing me because this is old hat to you, but me and some of the frosh crowd are scared to death of cables. They are magical, mystical things. You follow the cryptic directions and use the enchanted little stick thingie and and they just appear....no one knows how. So, Vets, you may want just wander off and grab a cuppa while I prattle on a spell. And Mum, you might want to make yourself a mint julep and get a hand fan because you're about to have the vapors when you get a load of this! Here is my little badly shot photo essay called "Fixing The Big Scary Cable That I Didn't Think Could Be Fixed But Lynn Said It Could So I Tried It and I Did It. I Rock" by me, Molly Bee.
(Be sure and bigify so you can get the full benefit of my truly horrendous photography skills. Why do I insist on doing this crap in the dark?!)
Here we have Exhibit A. The back of the sweater. The pattern was written correctly so the 6 strand cables frame the honeycomb. Unfortunately the two in the front both went in the same direction. What's a girl to do?
That's right! I took 'er clear back to the neck ribbing! Cowabunga!
With a fortifying snort o' Zinfandel (which may or may not have been a good idea, depending on which camp you're in on that kinda thing) I set about twisting the cable the other way round. And guess what! It worked! I didn't call Lynn crying once!
I redid the entire thing with two sock needles and adjusted the tension as I went. 'Cause the sock needles are twos and the sweater needles are sevens. Don't ask me how long it took me to figure that out. Couldn't fathom where all the extra yarn was coming from. So there you have it, if I can do it then ABSOLUTELY ANYONE can.
Oh, yeah and I've been fiddling with Piknik a bit! :-)