Twice, actually. Friday night I carelessly cast on for this Close Cables Sweater, in a moment of desperation to be knitting a very quick sweater in the round. (Antidote to the beloved but slow-going Walpole.) It’s bottom-up; there’s an error in the pattern’s cable count; and I say “carelessly” because I was totally winging it on gauge. So thanks to me and the pattern author, by Saturday midday I had six inches of a too-small sweater with several of the cables twisting the wrong direction.
Reader, I frogged it.
Sunday morning, I did a proper swatch, considered my options, and decided to do a good ol’ Barbara Walker top-down boatneck — being jealous of the one I’m currently helping a friend with. And so I cast on again. The yarn is that questionable tweed I got on the sidewalk sale awhile back. I’m holding it double for bulk and to try to neutralize the thick-and-thinness of it a little bit, but I’m still not convinced it will knit up into a fabric I like and want to wear. I’ll know more in a few inches. Meanwhile, I’m trying to not let my self-loathing over the whole misadventure taint my opinion of the WIP.
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