Last night, I couldn’t get to sleep. I kept thinking about this ball of pink cotton I have. I know, insane. Last summer, I got this english knitting magazine called Simply Knitting. I have to say it is simply the worst knitting magazine I have ever encountered. It’s expensive, you don’t get many patterns and most of them are for some novelty yarn they’re plugging. Anyway, it had this really nice lacey short-sleeved bolero-type top on the front. It called for aran-weight cotton, which to my joy Tivoli does (‘Cruise’ … also available in DK), so I embarked upon a fairly adventurous project.
I’d never knitted lace before and I’d never knitted from a chart. I could follow the chart fine, but after about three or four inches, it became obvious that I was reading the chart back to front! I managed to knit the entire thing, only for it to be about five sizes too big. I got really mad with it, rolled it up into a ball and hid it. I placed the blame entirely on the crappy magazine and swore never to knit from magazines again.
Imagine my rage, then, when I received a copy of the Rowan 38 magazine, the one with the mohair top on the front, only to find the same lacey top between its pages! How did such a crummy pattern get into such a good magazine! Then I figured, maybe I should check my gauge, having by now calmed down enough to entertain the possibility that I may have had something to do with the project failure. Hmmm… my gauge was way out. Ok, maybe it was my fault.
So! At 1am last night – I cast on with my spare ball of pink cotton to reknit this horrorshow cardi. It is my mission for the Knitting Olympics. I will reknit and complete it! which is a much greater challenge than a pair of socks. I can knit socks any time. So sucks to the Jaywalker Socks!
I’d post a picture, but I have literally about 4 rows knitted lol. I got over-excited and knitted the chart backwards again and had to rip back 😀
Alb update: he is well! But dopey on painkillers and flying back tomorrow afternoon. He probably won’t need surgery (tg) but this means his eye probably won’t fall out. I think he would look so cool with an eye patch. I could get him a scabbard for valentine’s day. Or a peg leg. Yarrrrr!