midgeling: life in a shoe.

Spring seems to be arriving. The camellia tree is in bloom. Yes, I realize most people think of them as bushes, but since ours has got to be at least 20 feet tall, I would say that qualifies as a tree in my book. It's a tree, folks, really it is.

Oh, and did you know I am a glutton for punishment? Yeah. I really am. I am currently knitting the Twist and Lace Scarf. It is in Cherry Tree Hill Sock (Supersock? I can't remember.), colorway Misty Moor. This has to be one of my favorite colorways. Ever. Really.

Oh, and what is the problem? Well, I got gauge using US #1 needles. I have one skein of this yarn. ONE. Uno. Eins. Ichi. The scarf is maybe about 14" long so far. And I have 50 grams left. That is a bit less than half the skein.

So you know what I am going to do? Yup. I am going to rip it out. Why? because I am going to say "Screw gauge, this obviously isn't working and I need to use bigger needles and maybe do fewer short rows so it is slightly less ruffly so it eats less yarn so I can get a bit longer of a scarf." (Yes, a bit of a mouthful, but that's what I said.) Why didn't I start ripping when I suspected the size weirdness 40 grams ago? Because I second-guessed myself and assumed I was wrong. I have been knitting for 11+ years. You would think I would learn by now. Things like "not enough yarn for the project" generally don't work themselves out if you knit for 6 more hours. Nope. Glutton. For. Punishment. That's me!

Thank God Miss V extended the Sock Marathon deadline. Kisses to Miss Lime and Miss Violet.