There are times in knitting when one falters and lets ego manage a project. This past weekend the heady surge of a completed second 3/4-length sleeve on my design-as-you-go monk sweatercoat got the best of me. My inflated ego had delusions of grandeur: a short-row collar, canted off to one shoulder. That, it thought, would look right nifty! I spent most of Sunday night working the large short-row collar in earnest only to find one bottom corner curling up. I tried it on with circular knitting needles dangling and found, to my chagrin, the monk sweatercoat looking less than humble. It looked garish.
When one falters so fantastically there is only one solution: the Rip Out.
Thus, last night saw me ripping out and winding on the short-row collar. Once all the stitches were back on the needles, I picked up that Zen thread of the simple, straight forward rib stitch. We're back to humble. The heavens sing.
The latest brushstrokes . . .