So, I still have that half-finished write up about my holiday. But halfway through Sunday I came down with a horrible lurgy. I was sitting there, perfectly fine one minute. The next minute I was thinking ‘hmmm. I don’t feel so good. My throat is scratchy and my ears hurt’ two hours later and I was full of snot. I spent Monday in bed, literally groaning. So, by the evidence of my sookiness I declare that I have the dreaded manflu!!! Because usually it is only the mans who are so astonished by being sick.
I have spent most of the week convincing myself I am well – really! And that I can totally go back to work and keep up my social engagements and do maths re gauge.
Ahahahahahaaha. Lies, all lies. I have been barely capable of feeding myself. Come to think of it, I have had no appetitite whatsoever (I know, right? I must REALLY be sick) so I haven’t even really done that.
What’s that you say? What does maths have to do with sickness? What are you… oh. The post title. Right. Sorry, my attention span is a little bit dodgy at the moment.
I scored some Elisabeth lavold Silky Wool from Mel’s stash sale. It is yum. It’s a beautiful periwinkle blue that is a little bit light for it to be perfect for me now, but I think it will be absolutely perfect for me come summer. And since it is a light and lofty yarn, a summer top it will be.
I had a few things in mind for it that might be nice. But when I was looking at them again the other day, none of them seemed right, not in that ‘omg I must cast on NOOOOOOOW’ type way. Which was disappointing, because I had just got some new pattern books (more about that later) and was full of startitis urges.
I’ve wanted one of these for ever – since before there was ravelry, even! (soooo long ago) I remember it was one of the first things I looked up on said social network, because I wasn’t sure it would be flattering/advisable on someone so unlike the model in every way (that would be me. Because, you know. I have boobs. And other lumps)
And then I thought ‘oh. I can’t cast on right away. because I don’t have the pattern, and it’s the day before pay day, and while I do have $7, it’s not in my bank account.’
And then I realised I had already bought the pattern. Yessssssssssssss!
It was Meant, people. Meant.
That I can’t figure out what size to make.
Because it’s supposed to have a tonne of negative ease. The two sizes I am thinking about are the 41″ and the 45″. Now. I am a 44″ bust (TMI? Maybe) Three inches of negative ease seems a lot. But one inch of positive ease in a garment that should have negative ease seems like a lot, too.
Add to that the fact that I don’t quite have gauge – I’m one stitch off, over four inches. And that I am using a dk weight instead of a worsted, so the fabric is a bit looser than I would really like.
Since I started writing this post, I have come to a decision (I’m at work, ok. It’s only taken me all morning. There has been time for several back-and-forths on this). I have had help. Yesterday I messaged Pug mama (ravelry link) who has made three (!) of these in that yarn. After to-ing and fro-ing, and her doing some maths, and me inflicting my back-to-front maths on her (I always have to do it the long way, for some reason) I have decided. I will go down a needle size, and up a pattern size. This ought to give me a firmer fabric, and a better fit. I’ll swatch, though. I swatched! I even washed my swatch! It was so exciting – usually I do a lame-o swatch of about 5 rows, get close enough, and then rip the swatch and use that to start the project – since I never sever it from the ball, anyways. I know. Recipe for disaster. But Gauge LIES, anyway.
And since writing that, I posted to the stitchdiva group on ravelry to ask for advice, and Wendy (the designer, people!) like, totally agreed with me! Like, omg! I’m awesome.
Turns out I don’t need you after all. My social networks have beaten my introspection. So there.