Okay, this whole not-casting-on-anything-new-until-I’ve-finished-or-frogged-everything-on-the-needles business is KILLING ME!
It’s madding how enticing everything else looks when you’ve got a big fat pile of WIPs taunting you. Worse yet is reknitting the same section of the stupid project because you can’t get the fit right. Right now, I’m working on another sweater for Ron, this one cast on back in February of last year. I’ve had to frog the sleeve twice because something’s wonky with the armpit. I always battle with his arms a little because his chest and shoulders are really broad, and he likes a trim, fitted sleeve, which upsets the raglan math. Usually I pop in a steep pit gusset to quickly reduce the excess pit stitches and that does the trick. But in this case, I think the stubborn pucker is happening because the little stripe of handspun is a slightly thicker yarn, so there’s simply no fixing it. Of course, I didn’t strike on that genius until I’d frogged it twice. So that’s that. And the pucker’s not horrific or anything–probably not even noticeable if you’re not looking for it. Maybe we’ll get lucky and it will become more subtle when the thing’s blocked. I can’t remember how the Peruvian Highland blooms.
According to ravelry, I still have 8 WIP and another 13 hibernating projects that require finishing or frogging before I get to start anything new. Hopefully, there aren’t any other limbo items I’ve neglected to catalog, because 21 projects is PLENTY. Anyway, to torture myself, here’s my little list of things I desperately want to knit right this second:
- Sideways short row DROPS sweater, in some Noro Silk Garden Lite
- Ganomey Hat
- Colorwork mittens with a chart I designed months ago
- Secret project sweater or socks or both
- Some kind of fair isle vest, maybe with a variation of the mitten chart
- A long cozy hoodie jacket thingy, maybe something shaped like my Target coat
- My Linen Times Two skirt in wool
- Some kind of dress
- Nether garments
- A pigtail hat
- Mitered Mittens
Hm. That’s not so bad. Naming the objects of my desire somehow makes them less urgent. Fancy that!