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March 15, 2005
The Existential Knitter
I finally have a better understanding of gauge and how to multiply stitches per inch by blah blah blah and do some long division and get the circumference of a hat.
I hate math. I prefer philosophy to numerics. But I have had to learn the tedium to fix my hat, which is becoming a burr in my knitting ass. Figuratively speaking, of course.
While normal people may not mind a hat with a little decrease path in the back, I myself have stared at the flaw so intently that the flaw, in true Nietzsche fashion, is staring back.
Ergo, I must rip. Therefore I am.
Before ripping, I got out the stitch counter and figured out what my true gauge was here. I'm way off from the pattern -- which, in my defense, I knew already and had calculated for. However, my way of "calculating" was to say, "Hmmmm, I have more stitches to the inch than the pattern. The Pattern says to cast on in multiples of six. So, I'm only getting a few stitches per inch more, and if a bear poops in the woods and a rooster flies at night, I guess the magical formula would be... cast on 66 stitches!"
I'm a visual person, I figured I'd notice a weirdly sized hat after a few rows. Which I did. So that started the whole decrease pattern which has led me to Dante's seventh circular needle of knitting hell:
Oh well. To rip is to always have a new project. Or something like that.
Posted by laurie at March 15, 2005 05:23 PM
