Go with your Gut

I decided not to reduce the length of the back of the Minimalist Cardigan. I laid all the pieces down on the floor, and it looks like what I thought was a measuring problem is actually a lack of symmetry, which should be fixable with blocking. So that is the state of that project right now: ready to be blocked.

The Sitcom Chic, on the other had, was frogged tonight. I picked it up, tried to force myself to just forge ahead, but too many doubts rose their ugly little heads. Wrong yarn for this pattern. Wrong needles and wrong needle size for the yarn. If I have to talk myself into working on it, something is wrong, so I frogged without further second guessing. I did some research on Ravelry, looking for projects using this yarn, and now I am leaning toward a tunic instead, something that won't look funky if the yarn stretches a bit, something that will handle the drape without making me look lumpy(-er). I'll let that idea marinate for a while.

The spinning is... better. Today I was able to work up some yarn that looked more like yarn and less like hawser. There is a spinning guild in town, but I don't think they have a web presence. If I could hook up with them, just long enough for some of their know-how to rub off, I think it would help.

Spinning is... different. More meditative. More tactile. More analog, if you know what I mean. I must be hooked, because I am starting to worry that I will run out of roving before I have a chance to get to that fiber fest three weeks from this weekend!