Today’s blog post is brought to you by the letter F!
I know better. I’ve been knitting for 20 years. I know not to tempt the Knitting Fates. They are busy ladies and have millions of knitters to look after. I knew from the moment that I cast on this project, that it was doomed. There were signs.
Boyfriend: “Who are you knitting that for?”
Boyfriend: “Ouch. That’s going to take forever! His head is huge!”
Looking down at my 16inch circular, I knew that I didn’t have enough stitches. I knew that my colourwork would be tighter gauge then the rest of my hat. I knew that it would probably not even fit me.
Co-worker: “That’s a tiny little hat. Who is the lucky kid?”
Did I stop knitting? Did I take some time to measure my gauge? Did I suck up and move on? NOPE!
Now I have to go back and unpick the sewn in ends, unravel the whole thing (which is going to be annoying! I hate ripping back colour work). Then reknit the whole hat. Hopefully I remember to check my gauge and do some math — Kyle’s head is 25 inches around!