Sometimes ripping is an easy decision. I hate a pattern, despise a yarn, or just generally feel repulsion for my knitting, and out it goes. Rippity-rip-rip; it even feels g-o-o-d.
|This time, this time is different. It seems like I’ve been ripping *all* my good projects lately. I can’t count how many times Rogue has been ripped for gauge issues. Now, it’s my little snow-beauty. Here’s what it looks like right now…
The heel has been reworked several times, until I could get a feel for intarsia. Here are the last two:
Yes, the sock fits on my foot, but it doesn’t fit right. It’s the first one, which mean that if I should bull-headedly press on – you could at least pretend to be shocked at the thought – I’d have to do another one wrong, too, just so they match. And so, it will go into the frog-pond. I’m not sure how far back I’m going to rip, but the longer I dither, the more I lean toward frogging the whole thing. Right now I’m knitting the medium size but at a tighter gauge than specified. I’ll probably go up a needle size and see where I land then. Maybe I’ll rip it all out and give it a few months to marinate before I start in again; I’m feeling the urge to work on something different.
Right now, the socks are sitting on the edge of the pond, and I’m working up the gumption to take out all that work. Someday soon, but not today.