Denial Ain’t Just a River in Egypt
Do you ever purposefully put off projects that you’re not looking forward to? I’ve been doing that for MONTHS. I have been working on a pair of fingerless gloves for a friend of mine, and it’s been the opposite of fun.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the pattern! It’s really lovely. Ysolda Teague is an amazing designer, and her Veyla gloves are beautiful and clever. And the yarn is splendid, Madelinetosh DK in Tart, which is a lovely dark blood red. The colors in Madelinetosh yarn gleam and glow and I love them madly. However, as much as I adore both the yarn and the pattern, they just don’t go well together, and I’ve been forcing them together like two positive ends of a magnet. The yarn isn’t a fine enough gauge for the pattern, and I had to reknit the palm of the first glove TWICE to get it to the point where it wasn’t more suited to a giant than a normal human. (And first I tried to shrink a superwash yarn. Not my finest moment.) So once I finally finished all of that chicanery, and had one finished glove, I hid everything from myself and pretended that they no longer existed. “Gloves? What gloves? Pay no attention to the gloves under the bed.” Although I’m mostly a product knitter, I still like to enjoy the process, and the process on these was just me battling the yarn and forcing it to be something it didn’t want to. However, I have imposed my will on the yarn. With the help of my obstinacy and the entire Lizzie Bennett diaries (A modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice as a video diary on YouTube. Warning: they are super addictive, and if you click on that link you may be sucked in, never to return until you’ve finished all of them.) I went from this:
*does a little happy dance* I don’t have to knit these ANY MORE!! I had some really nice buttons for these, but I can’t find them anywhere >.< so I guess I’m going to have to go in search of new buttons. But even still, I’m done with the knitting! Eight buttons, and these puppies are DONE! And yes, now that I no longer have to knit them, I think they’re beautiful. Now they will hopefully make their way to the intended recipient, and I think she’ll get a lot of use out of them once fall rolls around.. (Yeah these were supposed to be a Christmas present. My level of denial is positively Olympian.)