I like to change my mind. A lot.
Some might say that it’s a sign of weakness — vacillating between ideas as I do, starting out one way only to rethink and try again in a different direction. Rather than calling it “indecision,” I prefer to think of this tendency as “optimizing” the situation/project/event. I’m just trying to make whatever I’m working on the very best it can be. And if that means tearing it apart and restarting, I’m fine with it.
This is why I enjoy knitting so much. Nothing is quite as forgiving as yarn. I can knit some gorgeous yarn into a shape that I think will make me look willowy and ethereal but that really ends up making me look like a bloated Sasquatch with a penchant for the color blue. When that harsh reality dawns on me (and eventually it does dawn on me), I can always reclaim the yarn for another try. No harm, no foul.
Sometimes I realize that I’ve married the wrong yarn to the wrong project. Remember this cowl I started?
It’s a fabulous yarn — a scrumptious DK-weight Malabrigo Silky Merino in the color Azul Azul. And it’s a wonderful project that I really want– a chunky cowl. But together, they are all kinds of wrong.
I was chugging right along, holding the yarn doubled to give the simple stockingnette-stitched cowl enough heft to be warm, when it hit me: this yarn is far too gorgeous to be a plain cowl. It’s a lightweight marvel — glorious sheen in a slightly variegated cobalt blue with a floaty quality that would be lost in a chunky knit. It was crying out to be something else.
Off to Knitty I went where I found Unleaving. Now that’s what this yarn wanted to be. I didn’t even bat an eye. I ripped. I reknit.
After two weeks of evening-knitting in front of the TV, it was done. I dropped it into a bath to soak out the kinks.
I blocked it using my high-tech blocking mat (read: a couple of beach towels).
And then I asked E to stretch it out for a quick picture.
A few outtakes from our little before-school photo shoot:
And the artsy, draped-over-the-ancient-glider shot. Note the return of the green grass in the background.
I’ve worn it on Friday and Saturday to take the edge off the cool, damp chill. I had hoped to wear it to the First Communion of my friends’ daughter, but Sunday turned out to be too sunny and warm for it (shocked me!). Now we’re sliding back to the cool temps this week, so I’ll be wrapped up in it all the time. The color alone can take away the rainy-day blues.
So tell me: are you an “optimizer” too?