I went by the Vietnamese restaurant last night to show the finished CDS to Chris. Unfortunately, it was his night off, but the waitress that I usually get wanted to see the sweater. When I laid it out on the table for her, she cocked her head and said, “It’s a little small, isn’t it?”
Being perpetually nervous about guage, I started telling her about how I’d checked the guage before I started, I really had, and I changed needles to make it work, and it seemed about right for another two-year old who’d been in the Yarn Barn when I was working on it, and . . .
She interrupted me and asked if it was for Chris’ daughter. I said yes. She laughed and said that she’d thought it was for him.
Great. Give me a freaking panic attack, lady. Anyway, he should get to see it tonight. I’d still like to find a tag for it and sew it inside the neck before I hand it over.
After dinner, I went home and watched Plunkett & Macleane while working on the first sleeve of the Aran. I feel SO much better since I ripped it out and started over. I still need to use a counter to keep track of where I am in the windblown cable, which makes me feel rather stupid. A lot of the knitters I’ve talked to say that by the time they’ve repeated a cable pattern a couple of times, they’ve got it memorized. Well, my brain just does not seem to work that way. And it’s very hard for me to look at the previous rows and figure out where I am. I think I get confused by the row of stitches that’s on the needles when I’m counting; I can’t figure out if I’m supposed to include that row in counting or not. I need a new math unit for my head.
Anyway, I got about an inch done on the sleeve. The Aran is beginning to look less like a dickey and more like a sweater in progress. I’m very happy with it.