Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Mizzle fo' Shizzle

I finished the Spectra in the evening and didn't know what I wanted to knit next. I knit for about half an hour at work during my lunch hour, so I grabbed a ball of yarn and some needles on the way out the door and decided I'd start a pair of socks.

When I really started looking at the yarn, I decided it was too unspun to become socks. I have no desire to spend hours of my life knitting something that falls apart because the yarn is wrong for the project. (And, for the record, I don't think this yarn should be called Step It Up. It sets knitters up for failure.) I decided to make another little shawl with it.



And I didn't like it.

It isn't the pattern's fault. The pattern is quite lovely, and I'd knit it again. It's the colors. When I saw the way the colors were appearing, I envisioned a seven-year-old princess riding a unicorn under a rainbow surrounded by pink carnations covered in dew.

Ew.

I persevered and finished it because I didn't have a better idea what to do with the yarn and, hey, maybe I'll run into a seven-year-old who needs this sort of thing, right? Then I blocked it.

Mizzle (mine ravelled here),
knit in Mary Maxim Step It Up in Playful Plum 315

Blocking is magic. I'm still not sure I'm going to keep it, but I feel that I could give it to someone who was not seven and she would probably like it.

In some ways, the fact that blocking made such a difference is a really bad thing. It feeds the part of my brain that wants to believe that a horrible piece of knitting will magically transform once it's finished. This shawl is the exception that proves the rule, but I'm guessing that I won't be able to remember that the next time I find myself in this predicament.

Feel free to remind me.

2 comments:

  1. Wow! I love magic, don't you?

    Lynn

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  2. jumping up and down with hand in the air. "I'll remind you!" :)

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