Thank you all for the trip suggestions. We have chosen a place from one of the comments and are actually going to be able to spend two nights! I’m super excited. I will let you know where we went after the fact just in case anyone reading this block is a murderereererere.
I also want to thank you for the compliments on the sweater and my legs. It is truly amazing what a camera angle can do – my legs are not that long. For realsies. I’m 5′3″ with a long torso. My inseam is about 28″. I would like to confirm this but I can’t find one of the million tape measures that I have…
The sweater did shrink with blocking. As I suspected, it did not come up quite enough. I thought I would just rip out the extra length and then I decided that the sweater is going to be ripped to the armpits.
As I was explaining to Lauren today, the yoke of the sweater is knit from the top down starting as one piece. You then separate the front and back and knit them flat, rejoining again after the armholes are shaped. Teva has you adding quite a few stitches under the arms as you join the front and back. I dubiously followed her instructions to the letter, with the appropriate gauge adjustments. Too bulky. As I mentioned in the previous post, I wanted a tighter sweater out of the Lace Leaf Pullover. So, I ripped back and added less….about halfway through I got nervous and, against my instinct, didn’t leave off as many stitches as I intended.
The sweater is totally wearable. I would probably be happy with the finished product. However, I’m approaching this whole thing as an exercise. Make a garment that I’m 100% satisfied with. At 3.25 sts/in this is a great project to approach with that attitude. I may go ahead and knit a sleeve to see how it looks with the sleeve set in. I will definitely sleep on this decision.
Which brings me back to the thing about the instincts. I truly believe that if we listen to ourselves, really listen and hear, that we can make no “mistakes” in knitting or in life. We may get it wrong and have to try again but I view that as something different than a mistake. Getting it wrong is not knowing any better. A mistake is knowing better and doing it anyway.
I look at many of the mistakes that I have made, the knitting ones are the easiest to see and/or admit, and realize that – deep down – I probably knew better. Why don’t we listen to ourselves? Especially woman – I think our sense in this area is a little better honed. This is not a diss on our male friends and/or lovers, it’s genetic. We also, in most cases, need it the most often. Growing up I always had to be aware of myself, where I was, and whether or not I was safe. Learning to trust my instincts to remove me from a potentially dangerous or unsafe situation. I had to do this not because I lived in an unsafe place (I grew up in Middle Class America) but because I was a girl.
I have had many discussions with male friends who marvel at the idea of such an existence and few have had little frame of reference. Whereas my girl friends totally know what I’m talking about. In fact, too many of them, myself included, have had experiences that reinforce the need for this kind of behavior. They know what it means to feel an instinct, a gut feeling, a inkling that something is right, or not right, or “off” just a bit. The problem, I think, is that most of us do not know how to or will decide not to act on that instinct. Do we fear the repercussions? The risk? The thought of getting it wrong? Of going against the grain?
I wonder about our little girls in society. How do we teach them to listen to themselves, pay attention to their instincts, and to follow through with what they know is right, even in the face of those that will tell them they are wrong? I wonder about the woman in our society how to we teach them? How do we teach ourselves?
How to you listen to and HEAR yourself in a way that moves you to act?
Whoa. Reading through this I realized that this went a different way than I thought this post would go. But, hey, I’m crazy like this. I am putting it out there. Feel free to comment or not.