I thought I’d be posting a finished orange shawl today since I was right on track to have it done by my birthday. Last week, however, as I was happily knitting along, I noticed that my ball of yarn was shrinking rapidly. I ignored this, of course, and kept moving forward. And the ball of yarn shrunk some more. I kept going, though, since I was sure I’d have enough. By the time I’d finished the 3rd eyelet repeat I was pretty certain I was in trouble. Like any good knitter, however, I began to knit faster, hoping to beat the yarn to the finish somehow. It comes as no surprise to you, I’m sure, that my plan to outrun the yarn did not, in fact, work.
Last Friday I ripped back about 4 inches, to the point where the smaller version of the pattern started. There is nothing quite so discouraging to a knitter as this, I think we can all agree. I didn’t start to feel encouraged again until Monday night, when I finally reached the point in my yarn where I knew I was moving forward again. With a little luck and some dedication I will still have this baby finished and blocked in time to go with me to Salt Lake City on Thursday.
Yup. No problem.