How I wish that somewhere there existed an island
for those who are wise and of good will.
I don't often get to take a trip to the lovely scenic destination commonly known as sleeve island. But occasionally, it happens. I was, at one point, zipping along on this baby sweater.
For bonus points, I even did the button band and collar (can't you see the vision of delightful contrasty-ness?). And then I did the worst of all possible things - I thought I'd be clever. I thought I didn't want to seem chenille. (I'd already converted the body into a single piece.) I thought I'd pick up and knit down, changing the increases to decreases and knitting it all in the round. It seemed to make so much sense at the time. . . .
But, boy, it sure is annoying to have the whole sweater dangling off your dpns! And thus, my trip to sleeve island began. Because after this first one? There's a whole second armhole just waiting.
Labels: Babies, Finishing