My heart was pounding in my chest. My palms were sweating. I could barely breathe.
Carefully, I double checked the blue lines of thread that ran up the front of my colorful knitting.
Taking the scissors in my hand and inhaling a deep, steadying breath, I put the steel to the wool.
And then I cut it.
I think I might have started to black out a little, so I paused and waited for my sight to return.
Seeing the shiny silver scissors eating up my knitting made me a little nauseous, but I carried on and cut up the entire length of my sweater.
My hand was shaking as I set the scissors down next to my carefully constructed knitting. I stepped back and leaned against the china cabinet for a moment.
Then I looked at my work and I was happy.
My first steek was a success!
My first (and only) steek was for a teapot cosy and not near as daunting as your beautiful sweater.
Have a much deserved cup of tea and knit on! Looking forward to your finish.
Oh I know the feeling! But the more you steek, the less alarming it becomes. Your knitting is stunningly beautiful, by the way.
Beautiful work!
The knitting is gorgeous! Congrats on your first steek – something I am yet to summon up the courage to try!
Kinda makes you want to find more stuff to cut! I can’t wait to see this finished. It’s gorgeous.
Gorgeous color work!! So happy it turned out so great!!
Congratulations!
Congratulations on your first steek! Your sweater is gorgeous!