I patted myself on the back a little too early with this project. I was so proud of myself for reading the pattern, not skipping a yarn over or a slip slip knit, until one evening at knitting class. You could say the conversation was distracting. Or that I talked too much and forgot my place. But I had messed up – enough to throw the pattern off and make me a sad knitter.
Luckily, I surround myself with prized knitters and the following evening at dinner (in a booth at BW3s), Martha attacked my project. She slipped out the needles and began to unravel it. I closed my eyes to avoid the horror. And as she slipped the stitches back onto the needles, all was well again. A stitches were accounted for, even the yarn overs. And so I began to knit again and my pattern was perfect. Until I tried it on.
I bound off too tightly. So tightly that this beautiful cowl didn’t want to fit over my head. If it wasn’t going to fit over my head, how in the world would it fit or my friend’s? I pondered my two options: give to a kid who has a small head or undo the binding and reknit it. I chose the second and I’m glad I did. Because even though I had two set backs with this piece, I loved how it looked in the end. How it actually fit. How the leaves climb up the neck. And I loved sending it off into the mail to keep a neck in Indianapolis warm.