It didn’t matter how much I wanted that to be right. It wasn’t. And if I’m going to spring for pure cashmere, and if I’m going to knit it for that friend, I am going to do it right. End of subject.
That and the fact that I was having a hard time making myself go back to it and keep knitting it–that was message enough to myself that I would never be satisfied with it the way it was. Stop. Out!
So Monday’s work got thrown out and it felt awful but awfully wonderful and freeing to be done with the dilemma and doing it right. A knit/purl combination at the yoke in pure cashmere just didn’t do it for me: I wanted her husband to be able to stroke her shoulders without the speed bumps of the purls. The lacy stockinette side of the reknitted yoke just plain feels better for running your hands across. It matches the yarn better.
The full story later–I have to 