For some ungodly reason, I took it upon myself to learn how to knit. I’ve always crocheted and believed firmly that you do not cross those streams. But I knew plenty of people who did both so I figured why not me?
After a few (ok, a lot) restarts and putting most of the patterns I’d found into a Try-Again-When-You-Aren’t-Brand-New-At-This pile, I came across what seemed like a straight-forward dog sweater pattern from Lion Brand. Cute, right? Ozlin would LOVE a sweater, don’t all dogs?
So onward I plunged. I didn’t want to just knit-stitch into infinity, so I did it in stockinette stitch with the help of ye old YouTube and Wool And the Gang (that I adore for its clear tutorials and general awesomeness). Also I pish-poshed the whole knit a gauge swatch, I think specifically because the pattern called for it in such an unfriendly CAPS LOCKED text. Rude.
Things that I’ve learned about knitting:
- Do not drop stitches, you don’t know how to fix that shit
- Always try to use the recommended yarn weight and needle size, they do this for a reason
- ALWAYS (rude) check the damn gauge
Because if you do not obey Rules 2 and 3, you will spend a whole lot of time knitting something that is the wrong damn size. Example:
Luckily, Ozlin is a trooper and will suffer through anything that I make her suffer through. Golly, she would look cute if the thing fit. Poor darling, her fat neck was just oozing out of the too-tight neck hole. She wore the shit out of it though for five whole minutes before the inevitable happened.
Of course I paused momentarily in progress to check my actual measurements against what the pattern said I should have and was woefully uneasy. I knew it wasn’t right and had to force myself to even look at it. Still I soldiered on, determined to complete a knitting project and swore that if the sweater didn’t fit Oz after all of my work, I was going to make a cat wear it. I am a woman of my word.
I think I will try some crochet. There are a few things I’ve been wanting to make while I wait to get more green yarn for the Granny Squares of Doom and I could really use a yarn-win.