It was the CoSaBi knit that never looked right when I put it on.
It had potential in the right knitter's hands. I won't even mention the pattern because in all fairness this is not about the pattern.
It was a vest that only succeeded in my mind's eye as I ignored all the red flags during its creation.
Since Hindsight is 20/20 let's torture me a bit:
*Cotton is a key component of CoSaBi and I know better than to knit in cotton and not expect the garment to grow exponentially even when stored in a flat position on my closet shelf.
*The model in the pattern photo was a good 40 lbs lighter than I.
She was also at least a foot taller....or so I'm telling myself.
The old equation of white + full figure = disaster, applies.
*Having tried it on numerous times with the expectation that it would improve with each attempt, I called a truce on Monday.
It was a knit failure. I was going to frog it.
*What's worse than not being able to correct a stitch mistake in an otherwise perfect set of repeats?
Not being able to frog the vest.
I absolutely could not unravel the thing.
*That's right, after two hours of trying my darndest to unravel the beast, I gave up. It became a cat blanket.
Beatles will be only too thrilled to find his new basket blanket when the weather turns cold again. And it will.
*There's a new rule in town.
You must figure out if the garment works before you bind off.
I'm hopeless once I've bound off.
This means I must try it on with an objective person in the room that is not me.
Fireman is hopelessly objective.
I can knit the perfect garment with ONE teensy weeny error and he'll notice it first thing.
I'm going to start liking him for this annoying habit..and start using it to my knit advantage.
*I can only justify the yarn cost by telling myself that I enjoyed the PROCESS immensely. Just like a bad round of golf.
Which by the way, costs more than the average yardage for a vest that I will knit.
* The new Sheriff in town is going to drown her
knitting sorrows in some banana pudding pie.
Won't you join me?