i dont like being told what to do. not since i was 18 and escaped the clutches of the dragon lady (from whom permission was required to merely breath) have i coped well with being told how i should or shouldnt behave. sometimes i find myself fighting with knitting patterns and their invisible designers. just because.
most designers, it must be said, are pretty good, and usually have a reason for asking you to do things certain ways. sometimes though, there are some who appear to enjoy being difficult. or too clever. so i have learnt that sometimes (there being no knitting police) it is ok to maybe not do exactly what the pattern says. however, i think the designer of the baby cardigan i am currently working on is of the first type, even though i thought maybe she wasnt.
it says that after you knit the bodice you should BLOCK it and then sew up the sleeve seams before picking up the edge of the bodice to knit the body. i tried to tell myself i didnt need to do it this way, that i could just put pins where the sleeve seams would start and pick up for the body anyway. and block it? surely not necessary, halfway through a garment. and a baby garment at that. i consulted the eminent brains trust, one of whom said follow the instructions, the other of whom said trust your instincts. ultimately, they were both right, because, when it came time to do it, my instincts said block it and sew the sleeves.
so i did. block it (along with my swatches for what i am now pretty sure is going to be landon)
and sew the sleeve seams,
and then pick up the stitches along the bodice to knit the body:
one thing i missed is that part about the bodice being knit on smaller needles than the body. well der. its not though, i did it all on the same size. i think once i block the whole thing it will be fine, but it would be easier to follow direction if i actually learnt to read a pattern properly.
and because i am not a happy girl today (having just found out that paying $18000 in income tax somehow does NOT cover my higher education contribution scheme debt and that i owe the tax office money) (thank you labour government for that one)* i am posting a picture of the gorgeous magnolia out the front.
it was looking like this a year ago when i moved in here, and ive seen it go a full cycle now, from being bare and knobbly to gorgeous dark green leaves and now these stunning flowers. it will go through these cycles long after im gone, and continues to remind me of my insignifcance and powerlessness.
death and taxes people. resistance is futile!
* ps yes yes i know im lucky to have a job, i know im lucky to have an education, i dont usually have a problem with paying taxes yadayadayada, but today, i just dont like it!