After a complete and total disaster with the slipper, which I don’t want to discuss, and I certainly don’t want to show you pictures of the disfigured, mangled, horrific thing that I pulled out of the washing machine…I decided that it was time to start training for the Olympics.
Holy crap! Look! Fair Isle! By me! *faint*
And you know, it doesn’t look half bad. No, my tension isn’t perfect, and for some reason the decreases at the top were unbearably difficult (Decrease at the beginning and end of each pattern repeat! How hard can that be? Pretty damn hard, apparently.) but I am, on the whole, pleased.
Things the swatch has taught me:
1) Knitting Fair Isle on dpns is a PAIN IN THE ARSE. I must go get myself some circulars.
2) But circs in what size? The pattern gives a gauge of 6 stitches and 7 rows per inch. I measured my swatch, and I – the queen tight-ass knitter – got a gauge of 5 stitches per inch. Figures. Do you think going from a US3 to a US2 will add a stitch per inch?
3) Despite loving knitting, and despite the fact that I’ve been knitting nearly continuously for a year, if a pattern has me decreasing every row, I WILL FORGET. I don’t know what the problem is. It’s a sickness.
4) I still don’t know if this will be an appropriate challenge for me. The swatch was two sections, shortened, and it took me about 10 hours on a Saturday (and that 10 hours included time out for dinner, conversation, staring in horror at the slipper-abomination, looking up at the good parts of movies, etc.) On one hand, I feel like it went really quickly (I think Harlot’s “Fair Isle is Faster” experiment was right on the money), and I begin to worry that I won’t be able to stretch the hat over 16 days without you kids noticing that I’m dawdling. And then I think about all those little, fiddly stitches; and having to knit the lining; and how much crap I have going on during those 16 days; and the stupid fucking decreases that I can’t seem to remember, and I think I’ll be lucky if I finish in the month of February.
So, it’s still a crap shoot.
But, as a bonus, the swatch makes an adorable cat hat.
And Isadora was promptly named the CatPope.
Also on Saturday, Bradon and I ran down to Einstein Bros to drop of the red scarves. We barely made it before they closed, and I was hoping that I’d have the opportunity to take a picture of a big box full of red scarf love…alas, they apparently keep it in the back, so no pictures. Ho hum.