Uh oh
Project gone bad? We tweak projects, right? We see it as our inveterate right to fiddle and futz, tuck and tailor, embellish at whim, substitute yarns and generally throw caution to the wind in pursuit of some ideal snapshot burned onto the scrim of our imaginations.
But there comes a point in the tweaking where the conscious knitter wonders: Will this work or am I totally f*cked?
Last night a sleeve cap brought me up short. "Whoa, baby," the Sleeve Cap said. "You seem to be getting mighty big for your britches. How 'bout you take a good hard look at l'il ol' me and see if I fit."
Sage words. So I laid out the front of LaFiestaMIL to match with my finished sleeve cap.
"Holy blazing saddles," I said (I didn't say that, but for the sake of the story we'll pretend I did). "Mr. Sleeve Cap, you're big enough to circumnavigate Shrek's bicep!"
The Sleeve Cap chuckled. "Why yes, little lady, we grow 'em big out West."
I looked hard at the Sleeve Cap and sighed. "I'm going to have to rip the whole thing," I thought.
"L'il Missy..."
"Yes?" I answered.
"That Deb Newton knows everything there is to know about us sleeve caps. Why don't you high tail it over to Designing Knitwear and see if she can't knock some sense into you?"
Who am I to argue with a sleeve cap? I pulled the little-used volume from the bookshelf. Low and behold on page 51, there was a very sensible discussion of set-in sleeves. Per Newton's calculations, I only had to rip 2/3 of the cap.
"Mr. Sleeve Cap?"
"Yes, l'il Missy?"
"I think you and Ms. Newton saved my ass."
"And a might purty ass it is."
(Hey, it's my story. I can employ a little fiction.)
So I made the proper adjustments, but this morning I'm worried that it's one of those cursed pieces, the kind where you monkey with them so much they never work? Sigh. Only time will tell.
On a more positive note: The Estes Park Wool Market runs this weekend at the Estes Park Fairgounds. Llamas, alpacas and goats, oh my. Mom, Kay and I have an 8 a.m. call at The Lamb for the annual road trip. Mitch is going backpacking. What do you think he'd do if I bring home a chihuahua? (Just kidding, my love!)
8:24:17 AM 
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