Well, my 'pleased-with-myself-'cos-I've-nearly-finished' attitude was short-lived. You'll remember my grumbles about the Herringbone jacket from Classic Knits for Men? Well, I was, I thought, on the final run and had it finished, more or less, for Al's return from Scotland on Friday. Well, he tried it on and, after much jiggling around, it was clear that one side was nearly 2 inches longer than the other.
So, I tried to see that a grey and rainy Monday spent un-picking, un-doing, un-sewing, re-sewing and re-knitting was a learning and useful day. In truth, it was infuriating and I actually should have been doing some proper work. I had to take most of an arm off, as well as take off a long collar and border and re-do the shoulder seem having removed the incredibly annoying couple of inches.
Anyway, I have a new respect for knitted fabric. It took much longer to un-ravel and un-pick than I expected...and I've also overcome my scissors phobia. It was quite liberating cutting the shoulder seam open.
I will in future be measuring rows very carefully from armhole shaping to shoulder....and I'm understanding the meaning of 'labour of love.' They can be bloody infuriating and sometimes, the recipient would rather you'd put it to one side and chill out with a glass of wine and some crap TV...