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That little voice
By Holly | October 5, 2007
Dude. The bitch in the back of my head is piping up. I am debating whether to rip Fyne (Rowan Magazine #42), or not.
I am getting gauge but it still seems a little small and I am not sure about my stranding. Some parts seems a tiny bit puckery and I am not sure how it will all block out. My stranding isn’t tight but I know it could be looser. I am leaning towards the big rip but really don’t want to. I don’t really want to redo the work but I don’t want to be unhappy with the finished product. On top of all of that I am modifying the pattern to knit in the round. I am doing a purled faux seam up the sides to help deal with the color jog and the fact that the way the chart runs the pattern doesn’t match up the way my neurotic ass wants it to. When I get there I am going to throw in some steeks for the armholes and neckline. Those steeks are actually what got me to just say “fuck it” and cast on. Having never done steeks I was getting myself worked up over how to do them and placement and size and on and on and on. It was getting to the point where I was never going to cast on and I couldn’t let that happen. I hate pussing out on things. Granted, I could’ve probably found a pattern that called for steeks and followed that for my first foray into them, but that isn’t how I roll. Cross your fingers. I’ll know by the time I get home whether to rip or not.
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