Wherein being an adventurous knitter bites me in the tush
I was (sort of) happily knitting away on my shrug when I decided to try it on. Certainly it was just looking small on the needles. I wrestled it onto my arm (my word choice should demonstrate that the size was not, as they say, anything resembling what it should be). Alas, I thought, it is too small. But blocking, she shall save me!
That's what I thought until I got to a round where the lace pattern switches to a smaller number of stitches across, and when I realized that I would have to become very anorexic very quickly in order to get the right fit. I love food too much to be anorexic.
So, I'm taking the damn yarn back from whence it came. The two wound balls will just have to get traded away at the stash swap, since I don't want 'em. (It's beautiful yarn, but I'm sick of knitting with it.) Maybe I'll exchange it for the Brown Sheep Cotton Fleece that was a close runner-up when I was picking out yarn, and whose weight would be much more appropriate.
My knitting is in a serious, serious funk right now. I say IT is, because I want to knit. The yarn just doesn't want to be knitted.
I hope this isn't my subconscious way of trying to convince myself to spend, like, $100 on yarn for a fancy-pants sweater. Nothing like yarn you've been lusting over to jump-start your knitting. (But then, I haven't been lusting after yarn lately, either. What's wrong with me?? As my mother would say, "Let me feel your head. You must be sick!")
Tipper @ 3:31 PM * link
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