Well...many a writer has tackled the subject of denial. It serves as a character flaw, drives plot and aids the villains in horror movies. Yes. It is also responsible for many a good yarn going off the rails and ending up as a lopsided sweater shoved into the back of a drawer. But not this time. Denial did rear its ugly head. It encouraged me to continue knitting a skirt for 18 inches, even though the first few inches of the hem were clearly a mangled mess rather than the lovely dropped stitch border that I thought they would be. Did I gloss over that number too quickly? It was 18 inches of a skirt knit in the round. For me, that's nearly the whole skirt, and I knew that it needed to be ripped out. I did. I knew it early on. But that didn't stop me. I knit on. And on. I thought that I could block it into shape. I did. Until I looked at it with the most critical eye I could muster, came to my senses, pulled the needle out and ripped it all back into balls of yarn. Beautiful balls of yarn, that is.
Really beautiful yarn, actually, which is the happy part of this tale. Unlike the poor person who experiences denial in a horror movie and loses something major, I am the lucky gal who gets to knit with Berroco's Versa for a while longer. I cast back on immediately to experience the glide of this multicolored, tape yarn as it slides along my Addi's. It's a blend of cotton and acrylic, machine washable, and works up quickly on size 10 or 10.5 needles. I definitely have a friend in this new yarn. And in a few more inches, I think we'll qualify as old friends. Dear, old friends. Yes. I'll post a photo when the skirt is finished.
Until then...happy knitting/crocheting/felting!