For the past week, I have been working on the Luna Moth to the exclusion of all other projects. My sock projects and my Forest Path Stole lie neglected and forgotten. All thoughts of starting a new project are shoved mercilessly aside.
I really though it would only take a day or two to finish up this shawl. I thought that I only had to work the remainder of one pattern repeat to finish it off, but once I got it off the needles it was too small.
What I did not take into account was the fact that I used a needle two sizes smaller then what the pattern called for. Of course I ended up with a smaller shawl. There’s no picture as I was too frustrated to document my stupidity.
I had two choices, I could either live with a toddler sized shawl or I could undo the bind off and a couple rows of edging. Under normal circumstances, ripping out a few rows wouldn’t be so daunting but this shawl is knit with mohair.
This stuff seems to cement itself together in the humid climate I live in. No amount of time in the freezer alleviates the pain that is frogging hairy mohair. Nevertheless, I bit the bullet and tore the sucker apart.
It took me over two hours to get back on track. There was a lot of chocolate involved as well as some liberal cussin’. But I just couldn’t live with a toddler sized shawl and I don’t think the recipient of the shawl would be very ecstatic either.
I think I’ve made friends with the shawl again as the knitting is going smoothly, but I’m not taking any chances. I’m going slowly and carefully. Stitches are being meticulously counted and the project is put away in a Quincy-proof container whenever I’m not working on it. He may play the innocent, but given his past behavior I’m not taking any chances.
(Quincy honestly loves to sleep in the carrier. He has yet to learn the meaning of the carrier.)
