Bad news for the Fairly Easy Fair Isle. It was shipped off to Frogtown. Now, I’m religious about swatching for gauge. So I swatched. Gauge was off on the 10.5’s called for in the pattern. So I went up to 11. Gauge still off. I swatched again on 10.5’s. Gauge was good. So I cast on and off I went. Well, 8 inches into it, I checked my gauge. Off. It would be too small. So in a fit of Harlot-ness, I kept right on. Delusionally thinking that I could just ignore it and all would be fine. Deep down, I knew that I was making a mistake screwed. But you know that little voice in your head? The one that tells you things? Well, mine finally got through. It kept telling me, "What’s the point of continuing when you know it’s not going to fit? Hmmm, tell me. Do you plan to gift it? I thought not". Saturday night, I ripped. It made me sick to my stomach. To top it off, I somehow injured my wrist. Now, take this wrist injury with a grain of salt. You’re reading the blog of someone who has had more wrist injuries than, well, someone with a lot of wrist injuries. This injury was minor, but it did make my wrist hurt for 2 days. I knit through the pain. I’m a trooper. I cast on again using the size 11 Turbos. I have gauge. For now.
The 2nd sock is still going on. I’m just about ready to start the heel.
I went to Lambikin’s last night to knit. I had permission from DH to go since I didn’t want to ruin any sneaky V-tine plans he might have had. I bought yarn. Again. Except this is for a very special pair of slippers. For my Mommaw. My mom and sisters have moved in with my grandma since Poppaw passed away. They put in new hardwood floors. She needs slippers. I’m hoping to have them finished by the time we go down to visit again in a little less than 2 weeks. Me knitting on a deadline? I will probably definitely end up a stressed out, potty-mouthed, sleep-deprived, psychotic mumbling mess. Any profanity that appears in this blog for the next 2 weeks is a result of the slippers. Consider yourself warned.
Lolly says
Oh, you are right… it is better to rip it than work on it and it not fit… but I know it is hard! I hope to do a fair ilse someday–I really like the way that they look.
Hope your wrist gets better–mine is always sore too.
Take care