Way back in April 2104, I started knitting a sweater. It was to be a cardigan for me out of some lovely purple variegated cotton. It went well, if very slowly, but then the miles of stockinette bored me to tears. It got relegated to a project bag, then a drawer where it hibernated for a very long time. I thought maybe someday I’d get back to it. I really do want to be the person who wears hand-knit sweaters; I’m just not sure I’m a person who can *make* hand-knit sweaters.
Recently, if you remember, I discovered I’ve been purling wrong ever since I started knitting. Why is this relevant? Because of those miles of stockinette in that cardigan. ALL of it had been done with the wrong purling. So for me to work on it again, not only would I have to conquer my hatred of miles of stockinette, but I would have to deal with the unusual texture of the stitches. I could either do it with my old purling style, which made the knitting rows harder, or I could switch to the new and have two completely different looks on the sweater. Neither were good alternatives in my mind.
On Saturday at the craft show, I was talking about it to my Knitting SIL and she mentioned I could just frog it and make something else with the yarn. It is, after all, truly lovely and soft yarn. Frog it?? Frog the sweater that I spent so much time on?? Was she crazy?
Nope. It made complete sense. I wasn’t enjoying the knitting of the sweater. I would enjoy it less going back to it now with a different method of purling. There simply was no good reason to keep it.
So yesterday I pulled it out of the drawer where it had been hiding for months and months. The colors aren’t good in this photo but you can see the great expanse of stockinette. I’d even already divided for the sleeves. But there was no going back. I pulled out the cord, attached the end of the skein to my ball winder, and started winding. In a very short time, especially compared to how long it took to KNIT all that, the yarn was wound into pretty cakes, ready to become something completely different.What will it be? I’m not sure yet. I have six skeins of it, so the options are wide and varied. For now it will go back in the stash while I ponder.
Surprisingly, I’m not sad. It felt good to let go of a project. I don’t want to feel compelled to knit things because I feel like I “should”. I’m not a sweater knitter, and I’m not a sock knitter, and that’s okay. That’s the wonderful thing about knitters: we can all do different things and appreciate the differences without judging (at least most of us can).
The craft show is over, so the pressure is off for now, and I’m going to enjoy the selfish knitting time. The goal is to work on some older WIPs; here’s hoping some things can cross over onto the Finished Object list!
I am nearly finished with a top that I think, after knitting on it for 8 months, will be too…long?…I should have frogged it long ago. It’s linen, and I don’t like linen. …Maybe I will be pleasantly surprised.
Oh dear! I hope you enjoy it once it’s done!
It’s hard to frog, but better to have something you’ll be happy with.
Such pretty yarn. I hope you’re able to make something you love out of it.
Thanks, me too. It’s so soft, I wish I had the patience to make some kind of sweater with it!
Beautiful yarn. Think of it as shopping in your own stash for free. 🙂
Haha, good idea! Certainly cheaper. 🙂
I feel your relief ! Sally Melville , said once (paraphrased) sometimes “mistakes” can end up happy ones, if you like your wrong stitch; and it looks good you have an original design”! On the other hand, if you’re like me, (OCD) it would bother you.
What we don’t do to ourselves? I bet you feel good now, and I am taking a lesson from you , my UFO’S will soon new cakes ! 😊🎂
Thank you for sharing your thoughts , I feel better already !
It’s never an easy decision to frog something that you have invested so much time and effort in. But if your hearts not in it then you made the right decision and now you can use that lovely yarn for something that you will enjoy 🙂
Thank you, I think I did too! Now I’m just waiting for inspiration to strike. 🙂