Tidying up a bit ago, I found this WIP I accidentally left out of last week’s WIP Roundup. The yarn is “souvenir yarn” I purchased when we were in Florence, Italy in July of 2006. I absolutely LOVED how the yarn looked in the ball. The colors of it reminded me both of the hills of Tuscany AND the hills of California. I loved it. I wanted it. I had to have it. I bought two balls of it (about 500 yards). I hung onto it for two and a half years, waiting for juuuust the right project for it, never even removing the ball bands, much less letting needles come near it.
The week of Stitches, I decided I absolutely HAD to have something new to wear. I needed something simple and quick that I could finish in time. I cast on. I frogged. I cast on again. I frogged. I cast on again, giving up on having it ready in time to wear, but bringing it with me as my simple, take-along knitting. I even knit on it during my ergonomics class. No matter what size needles I used or whether I used a YO or a KFB for my increases, I didn’t like it. I set it aside after that weekend to marinate with the other WIPs. I pulled it out today, and there’s just no way around it: I HATE THE WAY THIS YARN LOOKS KNIT UP. There, I said it. I feel disloyal. I feel like I’ve betrayed the yarn and my fabulous trip in some way, but I just can’t stand how it looks.
Thing One, my “I love camo and tie dye and peace signs and hippie stuff” girl, likes it. I tried to talk her into a shrug so I could use up most of the yarn. She doesn’t want one. At most, she wants mittens and a hat. I suspect that I will end up giving away the other ball. I’m really sad about this. I did, however, screw up my courage and…frog it all AGAIN. Sigh. I guess this relationship just wasn’t meant to be.