Last weekend was Poppy weekend in our small town. The weekend when Legion members stand on the street corners with boxes of poppies and in exchange for a donation to the fund, give out poppies. Not only am I a Legion member, but this year I am also chair of the Poppy campaign. Although all time slots were filled and all supplies on hand, leading one to think all would go smoothly, of course it never does. Hitch is the operative word.
Hitches coupled with my own poppy duty, time slots, meant that my needles were picked up only about 8 pm, Sunday evening. Too tired at that point to tackle the cables of Autumn Fair, instead, I knit on my Noro pillow. All eight squares are now complete, and the border begun.
Wait a minute. If the front requires starting with fewer stitches then increasing the number of stitches as the border deepens, why would I sew the great number of stitches to the back side. Why wouldn't I knit the border to half it's required depth, then decrease one stitch either side of the corner stitch until the stitches are reduced to the same number as were picked up. Then sew it to the back side.
Makes more sense to me, so that is what I will do. An improved pillow is what I expect to have. And those words, I expect to carry weight.