So much for the Oscar Wilde allusion. Imagine my excitement when I discovered a sideways garter stitch glove pattern in an old Spin-Off (using short row shaping). Ok, so many you can't imagine my excitement if you don't know my tenuous history with thumb gussets on mittens - but needless to say, I was excited! The pattern called for size 4 needles, the pattern fitting a "women's medium" hand. I have pretty small hands and thought if the glove fit, I'd wear it - if not, surely some lucky gal in my life had daintier hands and would love some gloves. I used size 6 needles, and a thicker yarn, to make for a larger gauge. Just finished mitten #1 - it's a beaut - and it was easy as pie - but ARGH! Not only did it not fit me, it didn't fit any women living in a three mile radius of me. I think I may felt it for a keychain.
I have long overlooked discussion of gauge, figuring I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. Truly - discussions about gauge make my eyes blur - and all I hear when people talk gauge is "wah wah wah wah" - like the adults sound on the Charlie Brown cartoons. Well, I'm at that bridge now - gauge matters. Damn. Why wasn't I paying attention in class?
On a related note, a knitter friend and I were talking about "bad knitting months" - you know, those months where nothing fits, or you run out of a specific dyelot depsite your best planning - or you rip and rip and rip. I am having bad knitting mojo these days - I think I need to cleanse my pallete. Maybe smudge my basket with sage, and knit a nice relaxing scarf.