Despite the nod to Gang of Four in this post's title, I think the Daft Punk song is the better soundtrack to the story of the Tourist Sweater. Feel free to have this playing as you read on. If they were all knitting terms, it would perfectly describe what I've done to finish this sweater.
Okay, ready? So when we last left the Tourist sweater, there was a bit of a yarn issue, and I thought I'd try blending the two different dye lots, alternating one row with another, to make it work. But just the thought of that was oppressive. Then, as the ladyfriend and I were having lunch at a cafe in Prenzlauer Berg, I saw a woman wearing a short-sleeved, cowl-necked sweater, with matching arm warmers/gaunlets (like sleeves that weren't attached). Hurrah! A possible solution to my problem. So I went home and unraveled the sleeve I'd sewn and started making short sleeves.
Feeling like I was almost done, I thought I'd try the sweater on. Holy F*! (sorry, Dad) It was too damn long! Was this sweater ever going to work out? Now instead of putting it on a time-out, I just wanted to kill it.
There was no way I was going to rip it back - there was waist shaping involved and that pouch that I'd already knit twice. I would operate on it instead...
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| This will only hurt a little. |
