Call me obsessed. Call me intense. Call me stubborn. This sweater, Renaissance designed by Teva Durham was NOT photographing to its fullest potential and it was driving me mad until I realized . . . oh, dear . . . it’s the SWEATER!! My thinking . . . What was it? The body fit perfectly, the neckline moved about in a ruffly kind of way as intended and certainly appropriate for its name sake. The sleeves . . . dramatic, as seen in the pattern. Wait. The sleeves. The sleeves. Something about the sleeves. Yes, they are long but that is the style of the pattern. Oh, wait . . . what about their width? That could be it. If I made them narrower. . . If I make the sleeves narrower, the cap to fit more snug at the top, that might give the sweater an overall better look. Wait. The sleeves. Maybe, just a little shorter. For comfort sake. Wait! How ’bout three-quarter length keeping the essence of the pattern? I notice I get excited, probably because I have a plan to resolve what seems to be ailing me about this garment.
- rip out sleeves
- rewind yarn for reuse
- re-design for three-quarter length which will involve changing the shaping
- keep bell shape hem and slits as that matches the neckline
- try on and call upon a second opinion
When I think about ripping out, I just think backwards the steps I took to knit the garment. I want to reuse the yarn so I very carefully un-weave the ends of yarn around the armholes. I use a blunt darning needle so as not to split the yarn.
I begin pulling where I ended up knitting the piece. Pull. Pull into a big, sad heap.
I do all the pulling first so that I do not wind the ball of yarn too tight.
I do not want to stretch the yarn. After it is a big heap, I wind the yarn very gently around my hand.
I let the yarn relax and go off to work on other projects. My goal is to rid the yarn of its memory. When I come back in a few days or so, I wind the yarn so that when I am knitting, I am pulling the yarn from the center and the yarn isn’t rolling all over the place (you never need a yarn bowl). You can see how much straighter the yarn is.
I take a deep breath, call upon my patience, study my design notes, and knit the sleeves, again. I sew them back into the armhole. Yes. They are now about 1.5 inches tighter and 5 inches shorter. I choose to not re-attach the buttons.
I show hubby the new look and he wants to see the original picture that came with the pattern and he wants to see the photos we took TWICE before. I charm him into another photo shoot and I ask to go back to our original spot, the beautiful reeds of similar hue. It is a beautiful day, the lighting is on our side, we are relaxed and I am feeling confident the sweater has been improved upon.
Say what you might . . . obsessed, driven, mad . . . I prefer to call it determined to get a project to fit right and look smart.