The Morton Salt girl and I have a lot in common of late. To wit, it pours. I speak not of the weather.
But maybe ~ just maybe ~ the owl-hours spent typing, night after night, may be over for a bit.
And maybe the Yarn Goddess will stop laughing at my occasional attempts to knit for respite.
Case in point: This pretty little mitt. Little being the operative word. See the needle shaft next to it? That’s 5 inches long. This mitt would fit a ten-year-old beautifully. An adult, not so much.
How did this happen? It went this way: “The original pattern was knitted on a Size 9; the mitts call for a Size 8. I knitted the lace of the original on a US 7, ergo my mitts should be on a Size 6.” Right. I might have spotted the fatal reality of this logic if these mitts were knitted from the cuff up.
Knitting Time Lost. Dammit.
Okay – I cranked this out in about a day and half. So let’s try it again on a US 8.
Nutmeg Owl knits about 7 rows.
It’s TOO LOOSE.
Shades of Goldilocks already…
The mitt has now been cast on using a US 7. This will be just right – or else.
The only saving grace: at least this once I didn’t decide to knit the pair 2-at-a-time.