There are some knitting actions that require extra courage. These are best saved for knitting among like-minded friends, who can provide commiseration and encouragement. Alcohol is suggested, but not required.
Swirl Skirt. I loved many things about the skirt. I loved the overall design. I loved the color progression. I loved the yarn.
As so often happens, there was a hidden bug that revealed itself too late. Not a failing of the pattern or yarn, I regret to say. This was completely user error. The skirt was way too long.
It is knit on the bias (read:diagonal, for those unfamiliar with fiber nomenclature), so the length of the skirt is difficult to judge pre-assembly. At some point, however, it became obvious to even the most dense of knitters (that would be me) that this skirt was going to be a foot longer than I wanted.
I am not sure if the extra foot was a failure of my gauge swatch (swatches lie worse than lawyers, politicians, and used car salesmen combined, after all), a reflection of me losing 40 pounds since I cast on, or a change in my expectations, but the facts were plainly before me.
And so was the solution, no matter how much I wanted to deny it: I had to rip out the whole bloody thing and start over.
I finished the ripping, but have put aside the starting over for a few weeks. I have other things to focus on, and I want to make sure that my anger at the yarn for not knitting the proper size has time to fade before I try again.
Today, it is all that the re-start delayed.
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