After knitting four cowls this year (and a pair of socks), I got sick of going ’round and ’round and knitting the same old thing.
I was bored.
And apparently off my rocker one night when I went diving into my stash (which isn’t much of a dive because it isn’t much of a stash…) and found two skeins of Swans Island fingering that I snagged last April during my annual birthday yarn acquisition extravaganza.
Here’s how I feel about yarn: once it’s been hanging out in my closet for a year, I get anxious. I need to use it. It becomes an inexplicable compulsion.
And that’s how I ended up (finally!) casting on Riverton, even though I am still going ’round and ’round with hardly a decrease or increase in sight. At least the yarn is a different color.
I’ve used Swans Island before (when I knit up Tulipland), and I’m a big fan. You get a lot of yarn in a skein at a fair price. It’s soft, and the color palette is right up my alley. Here’s the thing I did learn about this stuff: it grows when you block it. Like, really grows (as in the way my tummy grows after I eat too many brownies).
Yes, I blocked my swatch to attempt to account for said growth.
I’ve done all the math.
It should work out.
Because I hate it when I select the wrong size to knit!
Still, I know there’s trouble in my future. Swatches lie. Nothing is ever easy like it should be. And my tee so far looks suspiciously large (even though I have had my gauge independently reviewed by a qualified expert in the field).
Also: I have this sinking feeling I am going to run out of yarn.
I’ve done it again: gone and replaced my boredom with stress.