I found the pattern, Blaithin, shortly after, and set to work excited to work on my very first steeked sweater. Everything is exciting, and new, but as I reached the colour work section, I began to doubt my colour choices. The pink was too pale to make in impact on the MC of off white, so I chose a salmon type colour to work as the main background colour of the fair isle section. From the get go, the colour felt off, and every additional flower and leaf colour change seemed to make it worse. I pushed along, though, thinking that it was just me adjusting to this new attraction to salmon - a colour I had previously looked on with deep disgust. I should have trusted my instincts, but I did not.
At about 3/4 of the way through the fair isle section of the pattern, I realized that I would not have enough of the peach to complete my project. A mad dash up to Barrie, praying all the way that they had my colour way and dye lot in stock, succeeded in the purchase of another ball of the peachish colour. As drove home with the ball of yarn on the front seat beside me, I realized I was beginning to hate it. Beside the MC, it began to make the white look almost yellowed (my friend described it like a smoker's stained "white"). "Too bad," thought I, "you are almost done. You'll just have to learn to like it." Doubt and disappointment, however, began to haunt my every stitch.
But the Spirit of Knits would not allow this colour abomination to remain. As I finished the last round of colour, I poked my nose back into the body of the pattern. With horror I realized that, despite Kate Davies clear indications, I had missed 2 essential decrease rounds that needed to start happening almost near the beginning of the pattern. Usually, I would put this project on a time out, and console myself by looking at the all the virgin pattern on my Ravelry Queue page that were unspoiled by the harsh light of really putting yarn to needle. This time, though, I was afraid that if I put this project on time out, it would join the boneyard of discarded projects that litter my knitting room. So, like ripping a bandaid off quickly to get the pain over with, I ripped that project back to Rnd 17. Then I threw it in the corner, and glared angrily at it as I Facebooked my friends for consolation.
And so it sat for a week or two. Until my friends and I made another pilgrimage to True North, looking for yarn for a new knitter friend. There on the shelf, shining like the Holy Grail, was a stunning Pacific in sky blue. Well, if I had already pulled back nearly 30 rnds of knitting, what was 17 more? I gleefully grabbed to balls of the blue yarn and a matching green, and bought them with joy in my heart. It's one thing to work tremendously hard on a project, it's another thing to realize that you will never really like it, and will most likely give it away. All along I had ignored the warning in my heart that the salmon was no good, but this blue and a few extra rounds of knitting mean this sweater's redemption! Oh rapturous day!!
I'm happy to tell you that I've torn back the rest of the peach, and replaced it with blue. The results are miraculous! The white seems alive next to the bright crispness of the sky. The colours of the flowers and the leaves are as cheerful as spring, and I am thrilled to watch them grow as I knit. I'm half-way through the fair isle section, and I look forward to seeing the finished product.
Now, the steeking, well I'll let you know....