Lessons From A Roman Tunic
EQUATION: Chunky wool plus chunky cable plus chunky woman do not mix. Trust me. And you'll have to be content with the photo of what I call my Roman tunic without me in it. Just take my word for it - it didn't look good. Not even remotely.
Despite the dismal failure of said tunic - and the discovery that it looked awful was just another disappointment in a long line of disappointments starting with the wool not coming even close to the tension/gauge I wanted despite the lady in the shop assuring me it would - I have had some success with other knitting projects.
After completing these socks I then went on to complete another pair using recycled wool and smaller sized needles. I'm even more pleased with these. And just in case you're wondering, yes I have begun yet another pair. (I'm not sure which is the most fun: buying the wool; deciding on a pattern; knitting the socks; or wearing them?)
I've also knitted socks for The Most Adorable Granddaughters in the World after The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 asked me to knit a pair for her. Despite turning up her nose at the ones that I had on and which I'd knitted, she still wanted a pair and we went shopping together to buy wool. To no one's surprise she chose a pink yarn and a purple yarn (don't tell her but I've swapped the purple yarn she chose for a similar coloured merino yarn which I think will knit up far better and be warmer as well).
I finished both pink pairs yesterday and The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 eagerly tried hers on and then paraded around for everyone to admire. Even though they fit fine I think I'll use a smaller needle size next time just to get a more snug fit. However when it came to The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2's socks something had gone very very wrong. She started laughing as soon as I started to put them on her feet and you can see why:
They're far too big. Oh well, I'll do better next time. Hopefully.