Carried by the high my first steek afforded me, I blithely picked up stitches along the neckband of my colorwork sweater.
As I sat and chatted with my in-laws during their week-long visit from Ohio, I worked away at it.
Watching Muppet movies with my kids, I worked away at it.
Drinking coffee and staying up late, I worked on it.
And then I bound off. It was done.
It looked awful.
I knew all along that I was rushing it.
I picked up 2 stitches out of 3. It really needs 3 out of 4.
I knit a 2×2 rib, but to match the hem and the cuffs, I should have done 1×1 rib.
I was relaxed and happy, so the stitches are relaxed and happy, too.
The end result is an awesome sweater with a sloppy, poorly sized, pathetically executed button band.
I don’t have much time left if I am going to enter this sweater in the Mosaic Moon Mini Skien Contest, so I skipped the pouting, knitting something else, procrastinating, and whining phase of frogging and got right to it.
I will be glad to have it done right. I will be happy that I frogged it. I will like the look of a more dense 1×1 ribbing that actually fits the sweater. I will be proud to wear it when it looks good.
But today I am a little pouty and a little whiney as I pick up all of those stitches again. Today I am wondering if I can finish it in time to block it and photograph it for the contest. Today I am a little irritated with myself.
I guess that is what I get for rushing it.