RIP, RIP, RIPPING along and not the rest in peace kind of ripping either. I'm talking the ripping of stitches, many, many stitches. Over and over again.
Problem the First: I decided to make my first officially designed sweater as complicated as frigging possible. Cable panel, check. Waist shaping, check. Square neck, check. Six sizes so far, check.
Problem the Second: Math are hard! Ya know, maybe, just maybe, if someone (oh, I don't know say, a teacher maybe) had told me that there were real world practical applications for algebra, I just might have paid some freakin' attention the first time around! Who knew that I would be using algebra in designing sweaters 24 years later? If you do the math, you'll find out when I was in tenth grade. I'm not just going to tell you the year though dammit. If I have to have a math headache, then the more the merrier. I say that with love of course.
Problem the Third: Gauge hates me. It bit me. Twice. The second time resulted in six freakin' inches extra. I put it on the dress makers dummy to look at my knitted sample and the damn thing fell off! See, the gauge wasn't 4 stitches per inch, it was really 4.25 per inch. That tiny quarter of a stitch makes a really big difference and don't let anybody tell you it doesn't.
Problem the Fourth: I'm making every design blunder in the book. It's annoying, but by God, I guess I'll learn this stuff the hard way huh? The hard way always makes this stuff stick in my brain easier anyway.
Problem the Fifth: Relates to Problem the Second. I found a place online that could figure this whole algebra thing out. However, not wanting the easy way out, I decided to reverse engineer their results (so that I could build my excel spreadsheet properly) in order to figure out how to really do this math. My brain hurts now, thank you. I did figure it out though.
Now, Go back and after each of these Five Problems, place the the words: Great, just great, now I have to rip it back again.
Yeah, I might have miss-titled the name of this post. It should read: RIP, RIP, RIP, RIP, RIP. At this rate, my yarn will fall apart and I'll have nothing to knit my sweater with.