One day last week Smith called to see if I was up for an impromptu evening out. Attending a Bees game with friends sounded like a great idea, but it dawned on me, there was nothing suitable on my needles! All projects in progress were complicated or too big for portability. I love baseball, but how on earth would I make it through a game with nothing in my hands?
I tried to summon Mr. Sock Mojo but, he was not available in any capacity. I felt betrayed and turned to my stash for help. Stumbling around the fiber/junque room, digging through baskets of yarn and stacks of patterns, offered no inspiration. I was on the verge of tears.
Sometimes my brain is slow in its processes, but I suddenly remembered I had just purchased a new pattern, with the intent of using a yarn from my stash. As luck would have it, housed with the skein of unwound yarn, was a small amount leftover from a mostly used skein. I was ready to go with pattern and yarn.
However, when I purchased the pattern I had also printed of instructions for the Twisted German Cast On, with the intent of finally learning this technique. Smith was tapping his foot, but I sat down to figure it out. The first few stitches were a struggle, with constant need to reread the instruction and wrong way twisting, but something finally clicked and I was able to cast on enough stitch to understand the construct.