My knitting mojo is on the wane. I’ve been here before and I know that the best way to handle it, for me, is to continue to knit through it.
Between all the things going on that are not knitting related and my work on two big knitting projects and seeing them through to completion without a break in between I’ve come up a bit short in the enthusiasm area.
One of the big knitting projects is the baby carrier which I have tentatively named North River Baby Carrier.
(An aside here. No knitting, photographing of knitting, handling of yarn, is done without the presence and assistance of Yarn Rascal. I’ve come to accept that anything to do with yarn will take me twice as long with his help.)
I have some design issues with the carrier. The issues have to do with this particular grouping of stitch patterns vs. the construction techniques. Notice I’ve literally cut the sleeve out of the armhole on the right. I didn’t like the way it fit before I sewed it in and instead of stopping, like a sane person would do, I went ahead and sewed it in then fretted about whether blocking would iron out the problem. It has been my experience that blocking solves some problems but will not correct a sleeve that simply needs refitting. But, I went ahead and wove in the sleeve ends anyway.
I have a phobia about woven in ends. The entire time I weave in an end I am 100% sure it will come undone, the whole project will unravel, the work will be for nought. Think about it: a knitted garment held together by a woven thread. How precarious. Because it seems like such an uncertain way to hold a garment together, I have done more research on weaving in knitted ends than a doctoral candidate conducts on a doctoral thesis. As of this date, I have never had an object unravel from a woven end. My phobia, although baseless, rules.
To undo a part of a garment after weaving its ends is an exquisite form of knitting torture. In this instance, I had to take scissors to the sleeve to get most of it off because I couldn’t get the ends undone. I still have about an inch (2.5 cm) yet to separate from the armhole, but that will have to be carefully removed by hand, strand by strand. And that is where I am. Sorting and picking threads one by one. My knitting mojo receding with each chopped strand I tease out.