When I started knitting, I hated cables. And philosphically, I still do. I would never buy a cabled sweater, for instance.
But they’re just so fun to knit.
I was an acting major in college before I came to my senses (sort of). We had to do rotations of all the production departments–lighting, set construction, costuming. And the best costumers were almost always the worst dressers. Something about surrendering good sense/taste to the materials/construction, I think. At some point you lose your ability to see past what can be done and remember what should be done. Clearly many knitters forget this distinction, too. (And I’m really one to talk, considering the contents of my book–but that’s funny, not earnest.)
I’m far from being such a good knitter that I start dressing like some of the dumber Rowan books, but still. (I think dressing Rowan also requires a starvation diet, so that’s not so risky, but you feel me.)
P.S. By the way, here’s your pants.
(The current issue of knit.1 does have several things I’d actually make, too.)