I’ve been marooned on Sleeve Island since the last time Gwyneth and I tangled. Just what would leave me up Frog Creek without a paddle?
Being a three time loser, that’s what.
After I finished the first sleeve, I tried the little darling on and yay, matey, that sleeve was too tight! This became the perfect opportunity to fine-tune the rest of the object of my desire. Since I was going to frog to infinity and beyond, I might as well make some other adjustments as well.
Last Thursday, I’d finished the body portion of the top at KIP. The lovely Theresa tried it on for me and there were two other obvious places improvement could be made – it was just a little short and just a little high-necked.
In a feat not unlike the cliff divers of Le Quebrada, I frogged with relish and abandon, right back to where I started the armhole shaping. From here, it was easy to: lengthen the body a tweak, start the neckline a little lower, and make the sleeve a breath wider.
All it required was my willingness to Rip Out about 5 days work. Hella. Baby.
It must be done – I am now starting that sleeve again and I’m in love…
In the meantime, I had to go looking for a length of scrap yarn to do a provisional cast-on for that pesky sleeve. I opened my *remnants* box to score and found one of the most god-awful sights I’ve ever seen!
A bag of tiny pieces I’d thrown in with some small balls of yarn had perved itself into a hybrid whack of a mess that took me quite a while to rescue – and yes, those tiny pieces went into oblivion! What the h did I think I was going to do with five feet of 70’s rust-colored acrylic?
Well, if you are the inheiritor of the family Pack Rat DNA, you know the answer to that question. I certainly do :)