As Michelle so astutely observed, the eleventh day of Christmas is missing. You are probably asking yourselves why this is?
Well, the reason is that I cannot count. The last post was supposed to be the eleventh day of Christmas, and the twelfth day of Christmas was supposed to be missing.
So the question you are supposed to be asking yourselves is, “What happened to the twelfth day of Christmas?”
I’m so glad you brought it up.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, you happily see, / I finally started some knitting for meee!
This is some of the gorgeous Shenandoah (in the usefully-named color “Purple”) that I picked up in Cape Cod. I’ve been saving it for just such an occasion as this – specifically, a test knit of an off-set cardigan. What you see before you is the larger of the two fronts, and it took me a lot of work to get this far. I was 2/3 through it when I realized my buttonhole spacing was going to give me a cardigan I could sit on, so I ripped it back to the first one. By the time we were almost home again from Urbana, I’d finished to this point, when I realized there was something important missing. Looking at the picture above, can you guess what it is?
Here, I’ll help you out:
I kind of forgot to put in a collar. Actually I kind of forgot that sweaters had collars. It’s been that long.
But this isn’t just a matter of pulling out that far and then making a collar – if I want to have five button holes, that means I have to redo pretty much the WHOLE FRONT AGAIN. This isn’t the fault of the very nice designer, who had already advised us (in a message I sort of glazed over) that there was a missing instruction on how to calculate button hole spacing. Nope. So I’m meditating on what to do. Rip out to the last buttonhole and just live with 4? Or do the whole front over? Since it’s a test knit I do rather want it to be right, and if the buttonholes are too far apart then I will have uncomely gaping holes between them. But the yarn is a single, and it’s already been ripped out once, so I’m rather afraid it’ll be an expensive fuzzy disaster if I try to pull it out and reuse it again.
I did the only reasonable thing a knitter can do to prevent from vomiting all over one’s work in such a situation.
I cast on for the back.