if the sleeve don’t fit, you must
Now that the press has christened my morning ride the Love Bus, I’ve been noticing all sorts of stuff: first and foremost, the redundancy of my wardrobe.
PARKA PArka parka
Sounds like a dog barking; looks worse.
It has become my Civic Duty to upgrade my mobile commuting look – for the good of Chicago (and my flirt life), I’ve decided to get my A.M. act together.
Fortunately, that’s not as impossible as it might seem – and fortuitously, my insane habit of marinating unfinished projects is going to bail me out.
I love this Jacket! But somehow, this was made in the days when I must’ve been avoiding all use of a measuring tape because the sleeves on this unit were over 2″ too long. I tried once, half-heartedly, to start to fix this problem but lacked the courage and strength to complete the task. NO MORE! The Love Bus is calling. I must shorten these sleeves and right now. Above you see where I left it – with the sleeve seam opened up about 4″ and a scrap piece of yarn threaded one row below where I wanted to pick up and knit the new cuff.
Now I take my sharpest scissors and clip the stitches in the row above across the sleeve.
After picking out the remnants of the cut stitches, I have new *LIVE* stitches.
Now, just carefully unravel one row (I like to have a nice tail to attach the new yarn to) and carry on!
Does one inch of Seed Stitch stand between me and Romantic History?