The weatherman predicted a goodly warmth for today. We got up to 67. I got to feel, as I did the first day I worked with this, how a yarn so fine I could barely tell it was against my right hand nevertheless warmed my hand noticeably, in a way no other fiber has ever done while I knit.
I learned something this evening: qiviut can indeed be frogged. Even when you carefully wound the longtail end around each purl bump of the first row. I debated letting the curvy lengths pile up fetchingly on each other for a photoshoot as I undid, but common sense kicked in–let’s not push my luck.
Sometimes when there’s a nagging feeling as you go along, the only good thing to do is to hold it up in the mirror as if trying it on. There’s something about putting it in the context of the human body that clarifies things.
The mixture of laces wasn’t perfect. Too wide to too tight. I finally saw it. Normally I might rinse the project on the needles to set overnight to get a good idea of its post-blocking state, because that usually makes everything look better, but, again, I wasn’t about to risk any degree of felting it together.
It wasn’t by any means a waste of stitches, but rather a good bit of learning achieved in a short amount of time that I can’t wait to put to good use now. I even have an idea of how many individual stitches I can get out of my yardage–so, yes, today the ‘I’m counting’ thing was on steroids.
It all counts for good towards the end result. It’s going to be so gorgeous.