My grandmother (wise woman that she was) used to say that there are no mistakes. If you do something and feel differently about it in the future, there is nearly always a way to correct it or move on to another path as long as you have some functioning brain cells and another day to live. “Where there’s life, there’s hope” she would say.
But today, I decided to unravel a scarf I had recently knitted. I had spent a great deal of time creating it, but I just didn’t like the color combination (I had knit two expensive yarns together). Since the colors didn’t look that great and I didn’t think I’d ever wear it as-is, and since I spent a lot of the yarns, I figured I’d just undo it and start again.
What I realized is that sometimes, undoing something is harder that creating it in the first place. The scarf I knitted had a thread called “whisker” in it–long metallic strands that give a “hairy” effect to whatever else you knit with it (sounds disgusting, but it’s really quite unique and pretty).
Anyway, back to the scarf:
I unknotted the end and started to pull. Immediately, the whisker got caught up in the knitted knots and stuck, fast.
Undaunted, I carefully began to untie the knots, one at a time.
I did a little on the way to a morning appointment. I did a little more while travelling to my next appointment. I did some more in a doctor’s office and then again, on the way home. Finally, hours later, I had freed the two types of yarn and had to separate balls of yarn, again.
The point of all this? I’m not sure, really. I just know that sometimes, it is worth the trouble to undo your mistakes, big and small.
Have you ever made a mistake (big or small) and then had to jump through a few hoops to fix it? Share your story, here (and please, don’t spam me…got that once already this week).