This yoke idea and that lace in the main body. They were supposed to go together. All the time I spent over several days hashing out the yoke pattern, sure of what was going to come after, I had another idea that kept nagging at me to do next instead, saying all the reasons why it was the right one and why I should ditch the one I was so bent on.
And I kept saying no, no, be a good little lace pattern, go away. While carefully counting stitches.
But then the one I thought I wanted to use didn’t work.
Upper and lower just didn’t fit together. What on earth? I counted stitches again, fifteen ways from tomorrow and it just.didn’t.work. It made no sense. It was late. But still. I couldn’t believe it, and I made some mutterings about math. And then protested, when I got teased, “But I’m GOOD at math!” But after spending most of the day yesterday in front of the computer, knitting, writing, editing, frogging, deleting, knitting, writing, editing, frogging, deleting, knitting, writing, editing, frogging, deleting, rinse, lather, repeat, my brain had bugged out and that was that.
That other little pattern, patiently biding its time, pounced on me. “You know you only want to show off with that fancy-schmancy. You know I’m the right one. And you know why. The symbolism is so obvious.”
I do. It was right. It looks wonderful. It IS wonderful, in a way I can’t describe without instantly giving away who I am knitting it for to that person. And I can’t believe I even argued with myself over it, it’s so obvious now that I’ve started knitting it. And it’s a fair bit of fancy-schmancitude itself.
But the killer? As soon as I decided to go with what is now so patently obviously the right one…
…I saw exactly where my mistake was and how easily the yoke would indeed fit in with the pattern I no longer wanted and that I am really really glad now I didn’t put in there. Of course they match up! Piece of cake. Not that that matters now.
You know how I once said my knitting was not the boss of me? You hear it snickering back there?