A Knitter's Halloween

It was a dark and blustery October, and Princess Amie was alone in her castle hovel, relaxing after her entertainment with Nessie-the-Sock.


Unfortunately, unbeknownst to our fair princess, a cold, cruel wind was beginning to blow.



It began with a certain lack of accountability. You see, Princess Amie had begun a sweater, then stopped working on it for several months. For seven long months, the sweater lounged in a beautiful, high-quality bag, with nothing but charming notions and pretty hand-made stitch markers. And in all those seven months, even knowing that the princess needed to have the sweater finished by the KR Retreat mid-November, the sweater knit NOT ONE STITCH on itself. It lolled about without a care for deadlines or any sense of duty. Complete and blatent disregard for manners. Seriously, not even one tiny stitch. Like that would have been so hard? and here we are ten days from the retreat and just who do we expect to finish this sweater, I ask you that, huh? huh?

*ahem*

Anyway, our plucky princess decided to trudge onward, wielding her needles with lion-hearted verve. But she was completely unaware of the evil spell cast upon her.


The princess attacked the sweater with relish, passion, zeal. But after a full day of working feverishly, she noticed something.

Let's see if you notice it too.

(hint: count the blue spots)

That's right. The spell cast by some anonymous evil necromancer (because clearly this was not Princess Amie's fault!) had caused the princess to skip over two inches of the pattern, and had shaded her eyes so she couldn't see the error for several inches. Frustrated by not ready to abandon hope, the princess gallantly tore the new work out and made the neccessary repairs.

Feeling that, surely, the ill wind was now at her back, Princess Amie went back to her work with glee and jubilation.

But the black arts had not yet faded away.

Yarns which should have switched colors were not doing so, as though possessed with a mind of their own.

But this time the Princess fought back - like a mighty warrior, she ripped the needles from their stitches.


With gusto, she gutted the offending colors.


And with no sign of doubt or hesitation, she tamed the ferocious sweater, conquered the evil spell, and was well on her way to finishing the sweater in plenty of time....

just as soon as she becomes an enchantress and learned that pesky time-altering spell.


(I'm halfway up the back and halfway up one sleeve. I have ten days. Please feel free to freeze time as you choose.)


Happy Halloween!