Back to square One

Hi all!

I thought you might like a sneak peek at my new sweater…

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Dear Mohair yarn…

"Mohairito" with lemon (C) Iryna Klionava 2014

“Mohairito” with lemon (C) Iryna Klionava 2014

Dear Mohair,

We need to talk. Come over here, take a seat… That’s right… And now listen to me.

Ugh… It’s not easy to say… You know, I like you a lot. I think you’re super cool… Yeah, really, I do… You’re so hot… And you have a wonderful hazy halo… And those silk threads are really a hit… But… well… I’m sorry, Mohair, but it’s all over between us.

I’ve tried hard. I’ve been patient. I’ve spent time and money on you (and you’re not the cheap kind). I’ve tried different stitch patterns. I’ve changed needle sizes… But nothing has worked and today I’m saying good-bye to you.

No, no, please, don’t cry! You’ll find someone else, someone who will love you, and cherish you, and accept all your whims. I can’t. I’ve no strength left to fight you. You, that won’t knit as I wish and then won’t allow me to rip you. You, that won’t take the shape you’re supposed to take. You, the strong-willed, untameable bast… ehm… I mean, darling! Untameable darling.

Anyway… Good-bye, dear Mohair! Fare thee well (and good riddance!)

Oups! I did it again…

This is what my pullover looks like right now…

tangled-yarnLast night, after working for an hour or so, I decided I didn’t like the way short row turning spots looked like, so I pulled the string and – Whizzz! – the pullover turned into a heap of tangled yarn in no time!

The next thing I did was to forbid myself to restart right on the spot: I needed to think it over. I watched a documentary on the DNA, climbed into my bed, read a lecture from the General Semantics on-line course (occasionally interrupting all of the aforementioned activities in order to refuel the tornado boy so he could go back to sleep), then read a couple of pages from The life of Pi on my phone and turned off the light.

My sister once described me as capable of unravelling a finished garment after having discovered a mistake in row 2. I suppose she was right! I’m going to cast it on again, working in the round this time (yay! no sewing!) and being more careful about those (aaarrrgh!) short rows. As for the rest of it, I still like the pattern and the size seems to be correct. So… Here we go (again)!

Keep knitting!