It hasn't gotten any easier to frog pieces with which I am unsatisfied. I'll readily admit my mistakes in knitting. Readily recast the beginning (only a few rows from that beginning). But ripping a whole piece? No easier.
Here was cloudberry cardigan earlier this afternoon.
Whole, but the wrong size for me. Here it is again this evening.
Connected to the bobbin winder and slowly disintigrating into yarn. Now I have two large balls and two smaller balls of slightly used handspun ... With which to try again.
I enjoyed knitting it the first time, it looked so great. It was a project I could tell would look exactly as I imagine. I attached the sleeves, finished the yoke, and tried it on (without the collar started). One size too small. After casting on much too large a size I'd over compensated and recast a much smaller size. I had a medium sized sweater in my WIP basket ... And it would probably never fit me.
Why, why does it feel so terrible?
Yes, I feel it is a waste of that first bouncy lovely yarn feeling. This next time the yarn won't feel as lovely whilst knitting. It should look just lovely once knit into the garment. But I feel that cormo yarn is a little like merino and alpaca blends ... Perfect the first time, not quite so great if you've ripped it back ... But looks fine once finished again. And this makes perfect sense in my mind (even if it's not accurate or maybe it is accurate) because cormo sheep are Corriedale and merino sheep bred together.
It's also, the time. I wanted to wear this sweater. I wanted to feel how pretty it was ... Before I sent it off to the state fair. Before summer hit and I can't knit anymore. But ... Best laid plans.
With this sweater off the needles for awhile (until I let the balls rest) I've begun the elephant sweater. It will be adorable ... In different colors.
I shall soothe my wounded knitterly feelings with another adorable yoke sweater and let cloudberry rest for awhile. Everything will turn out in the end.
Be excellent to each other!
