Something odd happened with the creation of my latest sweater. My gauge is too small. That never happens to me since I’m the loosest knitter west of the Mississippi.
I knit a swatch with the called for needle size (usually I go down one or two needle sizes) and it seemed fine, but as we know – SWATCHES LIE. I cast on with the called for needles and begin knitting secure in my gauge swatch knowledge. As I’m knitting a little puff of a doubt creeps into my head with its manta “it’s too small…it’s too small”. So I look at the pictures of the finished garment and indeed my garter ridges are rather closer together than the pattern illustration. I count my row gauge and it’s too tight. SWATCHES LIE!
So I shall rip this little bit and begin with a needle TWO sizes bigger and see what happens. Is Mercury in retrograde again, because that shit messed me up last time too?
And just because I like the picture, here are the blossom drifts I like to think of as snow in my neighborhood.