Thursday, January 3, 2008
If you don't knit, many of these terms will be unfamiliar to you. I apologize. I promise to return to my normal language in the next post :-)
This was supposed to be a chemo cap for a child: a donation to the Jan./Feb. Caps for a Cure group. It was great, or so I thought. No tinking. No frogging. I cast on 104 stitches, like the pattern said. I did K2P2 rib, like the pattern said. I knit for 3.5 inches to the decrease, like the pattern said. I followed the pattern, to the best of my knowledge, to a T.
And this stupid thing is so small, it won't even fit my three year old. It looks like a stinkin' yamulkah.
I won't even bore you with my complete and total inadequacy in color work. Half of my carried yarn was somehow carried up the outside of the hat. I had to creatively engineer it with a reasonable facsimilie of duplicate stitch to hide it.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him." Romans 8:28
So, maybe this was God's way of having me make a baby hat instead of child-sized? I had the pattern for both :-Z
As you can see, I'm trying to rationalize the value of this darned hat and find the good in all the time it cost me...