I spent over an hour last night doing what I now know is my least favorite part of knitting. It's not kitchener (I actually like that), it's not weaving in ends (somewhat relaxing), or even correcting dropped stitches.
It's picking up stitches. Like when you're doing a sweater and you have to pick up stitches around the neckline. Like what I'm doing right now with Sahara (and no, I'm not done with Sahara yet!) I spent an hour picking up stitches up one side of the neckline and *I'm* *only* *halfway* *done*. It's so fiddly - getting your needle in the right place, getting the tension just right so you can pull the yarn through without splitting it (usually requiring several tries), making sure I pick up two stitches for every three rows....UGH!!
Honestly, this is the reason Bobbi Bear is not done yet. I have to pick up stitches for his arms and I hate picking up stitches so much that The Bobbi Beast sits lanquishing in a bag in my bedroom.
Sigh.
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I'm on the hates-weaving-in-ends page, but I certainly sympathize with picking up stitches. I haven't yet done anything like that on a "rounded" surface, so all I can do is imagine what it's like to keep it from puckering, etc........Maybe if you bring Bobbi Bear to a Knit Night between the four of us we can get his arms on the move!!!
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