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See the first photo? You're looking down into the toe of a just-knitted-and-felted slipper.
And the aqua hook? That would be the knitting stitch marker which I left in the slipper by mistake. Didn't discover it, in fact, until the slipper was fully felted (and the stitch marker totally imbedded).
I've tugged, twisted, pulled, yanked, said a naughty word or two or ten, but I can't get the darned thing out of there. And I suspect the slipper recipient won't want to wear a slipper with a plastic hook sticking up from the sole.
The truth is, I accidentally left a stitch marker in EACH of the slippers of this pair. (See second photo for a good view of what the marker looks like when not imbedded in a slipper.) The knitting directions didn't call for placing a marker just about mid-point of the front sole, and now I understand why.
But I thought it would be a good idea, for some reason. So I put the safety-pin shaped markers in each slipper, then forgot they were there.
I was able to coax the marker out of one of the slippers. This gave me false hope that the other could be removed.
Not yet. Hasn't happened. Still yanking and pulling but having no luck.
I'll tell you one thing for certain: I'm NOT knitting a third slipper to replace the "hooked" one. Making felted slippers isn't hard work but oh, my word, is it ever tedious work. Typical instructions for a row read: K1, M1, K1, M1, K1, M1, K29, M1, K4, M1, K4, M1, K29, M1....and on, and on, with once in a while a "W&T" thrown in to put me over the edge. "W&T"? What the heck is "W&T"? Wrap and turn, as it so happens. Coulda fooled me.
I had to transfer the instructions, row by row, to my little knitting notebook, then carefully place a check mark after each completed row. Sometimes I had to place check marks within a row if the row directions were really, really detailed, because I'd lose track of whether I was at the first, second or third "K29" of that one row.
And I had to count out loud. Often. "13, 14, 15, 16, 17...," which is when Ken would suddenly launch into a story about a friend he once knew who owned a Model T carburetor that had once belonged to....
That would cause me to have to remove the row of stitches and start again. This time I would count out loud more loudly, so Ken would get the hint.
So these slippers didn't materialize easily. And now one has a stitch marker imbedded in its sole. And I've run out of ideas for removing it.
Maybe I should take it to the gastroenterologist next week. I bet he's got just the tool.