Ever done a project that was just doomed from the start? And even though you knew it was doomed, you kept at it because you had already put so much time and effort into it? And you tried to convince yourself that the mistakes wouldn’t matter and it would work out fine? And when you couldn’t convince yourself of that you tossed the project aside until it called out to you like unrequited love, ‘Finish me! Finish me!’
Yeah, that was about the experience I had knitting my first sweater. Except that mine has a happy ending. For all the mistakes I made, the sweater actually turned out pretty decent. Hooray!
Here’s what I attempted to knit:
The pattern is from a Knitscene magazine from Fall 2011.
And here is what I ended up with:
Not bad, you may say. Looks cute. And somehow it is cute. And wearable. Just not at all the sweater from the magazine.
Let’s go back to the beginning, way back in the summer of 2011. I had just bought a bunch of knitting magazines on clearance from the going-out-of-business Borders. I eagerly went through them, picking out my favorite sweaters, poring over the instructions to find one that seemed easy enough for me to actually do. I settled on this one, called the Hawkmoth Pullover, because it appeared easy enough. No cables, no knitting in the round, minimal shaping. Perfect for my first sweater.
The trouble began before I even bought the yarn. I went online to find the yarn used in the pattern, but it seemed expensive so I decided to go to a yarn store around the corner and get something there. I went in and picked up four skeins of a beautiful purple fluffy yarn. I brought it home, wound it into a ball, and was about to start knitting when I looked at the directions. The yarn required for the pattern was extrafine, lace weight yarn. I had bought big, bulky, needle size 10 yarn. From a store with a no return policy. Awesome.
(I did use that yarn to make a big fluffy scarf, so it didn’t go to waste.)
Too embarrassed to go back to that store for more yarn, I went to Joanne’s. This action proved to be fortuitous in the future, but I’ll get to that. Now Joanne’s does not have the largest yarn selection, in my case there was no lace weight yarn. So in my wisdom I decided that sock weight yarn would be good enough. Oh, Ashley.
Now with my new yarn balled up and ready to go, I got started. It was a simple enough pattern, just cast on and knit forever, increasing and decreasing every once in a while. I thought it was smooth sailing. It took a long time to get very much knit since the yarn was so thin, but it was the perfect project to pick up while watching TV.
I worked on it sporadically and finished the front panel in about three months. Then I started on the back panel. One day I looked at the directions for knitting the sleeves. It said to cast on and knit in stocking knit stitch. “How odd” I thought. “Why would the sleeves be in stocking knit while the body is in garter stitch?” Then I reread the directions for the body and right there in black and white it said: Work in St St. As in stocking knit stitch. As in not garter stitch, which is how I had knitted the entire front panel and half the back panel.
No. No no no no no no no.
That’s right folks. I had knit almost half the sweater using the wrong freaking stitch! All of a sudden, clarity! That’s why the directions said right side and wrong side (both sides are the same in garter stitch). That’s why the sweater in the magazines picture didn’t look bunchy like garter. In case you don’t know, this is what garter stitch looks like:
And here is good ol’ stocking knit:
Aargh! I couldn’t believe that I had missed that crucial piece of information! Feeling stupid and frustrated I tossed the knitting aside and didn’t pick it back up until my wounds had healed a bit. I had come so far I decided I should still finish it and see how it turned out. But my problems did not stop there!
During this same time my husband was already living in Albuquerque while I finished my degree in LA. I flew out to ABQ about once a month to see him, and I would always bring this knitting on the plane with me. So, one such day when I was flying through the skies I pulled out the sweater to work on it. And all that came out of the bag was the sweater. As in, no needles, because they had slipped out of the yarn.
If you are a knitter, chances are you have had this tragedy befall you. A tiny hole had formed in the bottom of my knitting bag, and the needle holding my work slipped right through that hole and out of the bag. Leaving all the stitches precariously unprotected, just waiting to unravel. Getting slipped stitches back on a needle is a horrendous pain! Tedious and awful. So that’s how I spent that flight, carefully slipping each stitch back onto the needle.
After counting my stitches I found that I had missed about 5 stitches. I convinced myself it wouldn’t show and I knit a few rows to see. It showed. Big time, five big holes right at the bust line so it would be super obvious. I ended up ripping out about ten rows down past where I lost the stitches and started from there. And from then on I always put a rubber hand on the needle to keep it put!
I kept at it, finished the back panel and one sleeve. The end was in sight when halfway through the second sleeve, I ran out of yarn. I thought I had one more skein in my stash, but I did not. No problem, I ran out to Joann’s to get some more. But the evil knitting gods were not done torturing me. My local Joann’s did not have the yarn. I frantically went to Michael’s and Hobby Lobby with no luck. I couldn’t believe it, to have come so far with this stupid sweater just to run out of yarn when I had 7 inches of sleeve left! Once again the sweater was thrown in a corner as I pouted out my frustrations.
Two months later I was in Arizona for Thanksgiving. Phoenix has a few Super Joann’s (which ABQ does not to my everlasting disappointment) and that was my last hope for finding the yarn. (I didn’t keep the yarn label so I didn’t even remember the brand name to find it online, just how the logo looked.)
My heart was pounding as I walked through the yarn aisles, searching for my yarn. And then, the clouds parted, sunlight streamed in, and angels sang, because there it was! I bought two skeins to be safe and went home ready to finish this sweater!
Even though I hadn’t worked on the sleeve in more than a month, I just picked it up and started knitting. I thought I remembered the pattern. I did not. I knit about 5 inches when I realized that the sleeve did not look like the other one. I looked at the directions and realized I had been knitting the last 5 inches completely wrong. (And with small yarn and needles, 5 inches took me about 2-3 hours to knit). Wasn’t this stupid sweater done punishing me yet! I ripped out all my work and started over yet again.
Luckily for me, that was my last big mistake. I finally finished the sleeve, stitched all the pieces together, wet and blocked the sweater, and crossed my fingers that it would fit when it dried. And halleluiah because it did! The sleeves were long enough, the body was long enough, and it wasn’t slipping off my shoulders. It looks nothing like the pattern picture and it looks like I’m wearing it inside out, but who cares!
All in all it took me over a year and half to make this. And you may notice that just about all my mistakes were because of my lack of foresight and planning. And reading. I seem to have a habit of jumping right into craft projects without thorough preparation. But after this I have definitely learned my lesson! If I ever dare to take on a sweater again, you can be sure I will be following that pattern like my life depended on it!
Even though this project seemed like endless frustration, I am glad that it actually turned out as cute as it did and I have something to show for my efforts. Next up on my needles: a pair of socks. Wish me luck!