I bought some Knit OneCrochet Too Camelino on account of it being on sale and being made of camel. While I waited impatiently for the yarn to arrive, I scoured Ravelry looking for the "perfect" sweater pattern.
You know, I love how knitting is like that. For a moment there, before you cast on, sometimes even after you've finished a few rows, your project is perfect. The way you can envision this project as being the one without any mistakes, with no horror stories, the one that fits perfectly and makes you look thin and complements your skin tone.
I wanted something with texture for this yarn. I wanted something easy enough to do while I watch the baby, but something complicated enough to keep my interest. I picked an orange/copper color, and I didn't want the sweater to just be plain stockinette. How boring. I would hate orange if I tried that. I would hate pumpkins. I would stuff the sweater in my closet, just like all my other boring projects.
I picked a sweater called "Victora Buttoned Raglan." It wasn't actually perfect. The collar was much too big. But I was confident in my knitting skills and forked over two dollars for the pattern and told myself I'd modify the design.
I cast on.
I re-read the pattern.
I was NOT supposed to join.
I grumbled, but pulled it out and cast on again. This sweater would still be perfect.
So I flipped through Jacqeline Fee's Sweater workshop book and decided to invent my own sweater. I would call it "The Ringwood Sweater" because that was the stitch pattern I chose.
I calculated the stitch count based on the raglan, since I'd already made a circular swatch, and cast on.
Now, I know that the ringwood pattern is stretchy, but my chest is 34" and I don't want a pattern stretched out on my chest. So, I ripped it out again. It made sense really, I based the stitch count on a stockinette stitch swatch after all.
I cast on yet again, more stitches this time, and I got this far.
I ripped back to the ribbing.
I can't stand working on it anymore because I constantly envision how much sweater would have been done if every stitch I knit counted.
I no longer think this sweater is going to be perfect.
But the yarn is delicious.