Four days into the Olympics, and I’m frogging my project and starting over.
I spent the weekend at work – which is a Good Thing, as I’ve been laid off since December and looked forward to being called back. Still, I can’t help secretly wishing they’d waited a few more days; three 12-hour shifts pretty much wiped me out at the start line, and I really didn’t get into the swing of my shawl until yesterday. I pulled out two hanks of delicious Bijou Spun Tibetan Dream yak yarn in fingering weight, cast on 121 stitches for an Open Diamondwork border and commenced to knit like mad. I have a few rough sketches to work from, and a pattern in my head – I’m still not sure what the centre panel of this shawl will be, I’m sort of making it up as I go along. I knew this was risky, but I cast on with my normal exuberance and decided to fly with what I had.
Two repeats in, that little voice in my head began to clear its throat diffidently and ask, “don’t you think that’s a bit wide?”
I pulled out my scale and – damn, I’ve used too much yarn. If I carry on at this width, I won’t have enough to finish the rectangular shawl I’m imagining… and a square one is not my style at all; people shaped like me should never wear something that forms an arrow pointing directly at their arse. There’s nothing to do but to rip it all out and start again with fewer horizontal repeats.
Now I can imagine how figure skaters feel when they fall on the short program.
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