I'm Getting A Bad Feeling...

In mid-October I cast on the Cabled Swing Cardigan from Norah Gaughan's The Knitter's Book of Yarn. I was proud of myself because this was a step out of my usual knitting zone. The pattern is a style I don't usually wear, and I'm knitting it in a yarn in a color I most definitely never wear. I felt I was being brave and bold. Exploring new territory.

Now that I've knit the body of the sweater and am on to the sleeves, I'm not feeling quite as confident. This sweater looks long. And I'm not. Should I have modified the length, I wonder? But then it wouldn't be different. It would be a regular old I've-got-a-closet-full-of-them-cardigan. Am I going to get this thing all put together and end up passing it on to a taller friend, I fear? Maybe. Even so, I intend to knit on and remain a brave knitter.

I don't think there's really any way of knowing for sure how this thing will fit until the collar is knit and the pieces are blocked, so I think the only way to proceed is to see it through to the end. Keep knitting and start thinking of tall people, I guess.

One note: I did find a stitch count error in the pattern on pg.137 in the second paragraph for the directions for the Left Front. Those stitch counts in the first sentence do not take into account the four facing stitches on the center edge of the piece. I have sent a note to the author. (I had a bad feeling about doing that, as well. There have been a couple of times in the past that I have emailed designers about errors in their patterns and found out that some don't take that well. What's with that? I'd want to know. Are knitting designers thin skinned?)

It's Here!

We knew it would come eventually. Somehow it is still a shock when it does. And no easing into it this year. From 60's to this in less than a few days.

Thank God for snow blowers. This is heavy, wet stuff. Perfect for snowmen. And it was too nice to come in after the driveway and sidewalk got cleaned off, so I got to work on this guy. I guess you're never too old to hurt your back pushing big snowballs around the backyard.

After a crazy week, it felt so good today to just knit, watch cooking shows, eat freshly made English muffins, and eventually nap in front of the fireplace. What more could you ask for on a Saturday in November?