That’s right, folks, I’m talking about denial.
Denial: /diˈnīəl/ noun failure to acknowledge an unacceptable truth or emotion or to admit it into consciousness, used as a defense mechanism.
We all have our moments, some small, some large, where we deny things to ourselves and others.
As I mentioned last time, I had taken a little break from my shawl. I was getting back into it recently, in fact I even knit a good 20+ rounds in just a couple of days. But there was a problem lurking in the shadows. I knew something wasn’t quite right. I could tell just by looking at the section that it didn’t look like it should. I told myself, it’s because it’s in the round, and it’s bunched on the needles, it will look right once it’s off the needles. I looked at pictures of the pattern, looked at my work, it still didn’t look right even as I continued to knit along, endlessly working those 576 stitch rounds, until last night. I looked again after 49 rows.
That is not feather and fan. And I, my dears, was in serious denial. So last night, I ripped back the 49 rows of 576 stitches and began again. C’est la vie.