Ugh. That's about all I can say about it. Ugh.
I was so anticipatory of moving on to the body of my latest butter yellow version of Swing--I had carefully written the pattern with instructions for ease, but hadn't test-knit that version until now. I went to knitting club this morning, sweater yoke in hand, with 4 rows left to the yoke division point, determined that I would not return home without having started on the body because I have been trying to make progress all week and hadn't even picked this project up to do a stitch. I, in fantastic knitting company, knit those last 4 yoke rows. And then I announced that I was finally ready to divide for the yoke to the entire group, only to realize that I had somehow knit this top-down sweater--my own pattern mind you, a pattern for which test knitting has already been done successfully, a pattern that I wrote--I knit the yoke minus an ENTIRE SLEEVE! Ugh. A month of stolen knitting moments in the frick frack toilet.
When my fellow knitters asked me how could I have made such a mistake, all I could say was ... "Well, I did start working on this the week of pre-planning ..." and that pretty much explains it all. Knitting is a major stress-reliever for me; but in this case, the stress of the new school year apparently decimated my already weak math skills. And what is even more crazy is that I haven't, at any point, noticed that I was missing an entire sleeve. What a waste! I am just so mad! But, on the sunny side, I do own a ball winder, so ripping it out will be swift, untangled, and fairly painless; but dang, I have to rip it out all the way back to the mandarin collar. I think I'll just go work on some gloves. (insert frowny face)
So let this be a comforting lesson to you new knitters in the self-confidence department: Even the veterans make a disastrous mess of their knitting now and again. We all have those kinds of days. All you can do is suck it up and knit on.