So I casted on for the Yggdrasil Blanket, a wedding gift for a dear, dear friend. I’ve been worrying that the project is too big, too complicated, or too hard for me to complete in time, but I figured that I would never know until I tried.
I sat myself down on the couch, with my yarn, needles, and pattern. the cast on method was one that I had never done before, but I read the directions carefully, reversed them to meet my left-handed needs and gave it a go…and failed.
So, I took a deep breath, re-read the directions and tried again…another fail.
Well, maybe I was making a mistake while reversing the directions. Now, I can knit both right and left handedly (though I’m pretty sure that handedly is not a word), I’m just much more comfortable and faster knitting left handed, but no matter, I’ll just cast on with my right hand and do it that way. I re-read the directions one more time, took another breath…and failed.
Okay, at this point, I’m forced to admit there is a problem, so I got up, switched the laundry and cracked open a diet coke. Now my head is cleared, and the whites are in the dryer (important as husband informed me this morning he needs some clean socks) and I have some caffeine, I can do this. This time, I manage to get yarn onto the needles and it looks sort of like what it is supposed to, but I’m not convinced that it is correct. Time to head to the internet for some advice.
After about ten minutes of research I find a less complicated cast on that seems to serve the same purpose. I give it a go and…presto! The yarn is on the needles and looks like it is supposed to. I do a little happy dance and knit a couple of rows.
Now, while knitting I’m beginning to worry that I may be in over my head. This feeling increases when I go to enter the project into Ravelry, where suggested tags include “lock-me-up-in-the-looney-bin,” “biting-off-more-than-I-can-chew,” “in-over-my-head,” and “I-hope-to-finish-before-I-die.”
This may be the point in the movie where everybody knows the hero should just turn back now, get a massage and live to fight another day, but the hero stupidly plods onward into danger. Let’s hope I can emerge victorious.