Surprise, surprise. The jumper wasn’t finished for Saturday. This is entirely the fault of the ridiculous sleeve. I had to rip half of it out to correct my decreasing error. I got the sleeve finished on Saturday morning so instead of pretending I didn’t have a present for him, I got him to try it on instead. Not quite what I had intended, but better than nothing! The second sleeve is about an hour away from the finish line.
It fits him really well (thank God). The yoke is snugger than I intended but it’s fine. The sleeve was a perfect length. The front was also a perfect length. The back? About two inches too short. I now understand why EZ encouraged short rows at the lower back! Every time I read this, I always thought to myself, yeah, ok, maybe if the guy has enormous shoulders. But looking at it on my dad, I now realise that all men, not being proportioned like women, are freaks of nature and short rows should be incorporated to compensate for such abnormalities. It is baffling because they seem normal to look at. Where does the extra back space come from?! (EZ was very kind. I don’t think I could resist the temptation to put a huge warning sign over mens’ knits saying: they don’t look it but all men are secret hunchbacks and knitting for them will always require more knitting than you anticipated and far, far more yarn).
Sigh. I have two options. I can rip out my four inch ribbing on the body, stick in a wedge of short rows and reknit the ribbing. Or I can rip out about half of the ribbing, stick in some short rows in the ribbing (is this even possible without looking crummy?) and finish it off quicker. Either way, I am going to have to unpick the 250 stitches of my sewn cast off. Every single one. I am never using this cast off again for a sweater (note to self: not every idea is a good one so resist the temptation to run, nay, sprint, with each one).
On the upside, Argosy is blocking on the carpet beside me. It says hello. Its completion came as a total surprise because I had abandoned it in favour of the jumper. I pulled it out yesterday to show to my sister, realised that I had very little yarn left and ought to finish it off. That I did, and all being well it will be winging its way back to America with her tomorrow as her birthday present.