Shrugging it off - Knitting misadventures
Tuesday, September 6, 2011 at 05:14PM It's my own fault. I bought some yarn -- just to try it out. I liked the colour and had worked with the type of yarn before. I thought Oh, just a small project! I ordered two small balls and figured if I wanted more, I could get it easily.
It wasn't until I got the yarn in the mail that I realized I was in love. The yarn was perfect for the project I had in mind -- something for my sister to go with the brooch she had inherited from my Grandma.
I never got a good shot of this. It's so delicate, I couldn't get it right.
The yarn complimented the brooch exactly. Then, I found a pattern that I knew I had to make. It was the delicate shrug found in the book Sock Yarn: One Skein Wonders. I knew I would have to resize it: I mean, it was delicate and "fit small" so no way was it going to fit the likes of the Hingston girls. We're built like brick houses -- girls of good Irish stock. Even with the resizing, I was sure I was safe. It said One Skein and I had two. Duh.
Why do I never learn?
Here is how far I got before I ran out of yarn.
Started. Moments before I ran out of yarn.
Beautiful, right? I knew I had made the right decision. The lack of yarn was a small problem, but I could over come it. I went online to order and... sold out. Until August.
I put the order in and crossed my fingers it would come in before then. Ky was arriving at the end of June and was heading back to BC by the middle of July. Surely the fates would smile on me and send it sooner?
Fate is fickle, fickle mistress.
Two days before Ky was heading back to the coast, the yarn arrived in the mail. Almost a month before the date they thought, but still too late. I hoped I could still make it, but I wasn't sure.
I knit like the wind. (yes, I am aware the wind prefers crochet.)
Two hours before my last chance to get the shrug to Ky, I finished the last stitch. It was a thing of beauty. I couldn't have been more pleased. I sent it off with my friend to give to Ky and that was that.
I hounded Ky for a picture of it with the brooch and her. She doesn't think I should share it, but she wore it just as I intended: as though she was a model from the 40s or 50s. I love it.
Reader Comments (3)
Remember how you were supposed to cut my face out?!?!?
I have a gorgeous daughter.
Adorable!