I handle the wool for this sweater project like it’s string theory, like somehow it will explain everything. Like why the trees are bare for months on end and I accept that as normal. They will leaf out but until they actually come out, it’s all theory and calculations, statistics, science. It’s a wonder.
The pattern is marked out on graph paper and I have my measurements and stitch gauges. I watch it from the corner of my eye, as I watch the trees outside my window, buds growing but it’s still months before they will leaf out. Little seems to be happening, but I’m full of wonder–though of a different kind for the sweater.
I will confess that I lied, and you know I did, on February 22 when I said the fit of this sweater doesn’t matter. Of course I want it to fit on the first try. I want homemade to look unique and good. Not unique, nice try. I want the sweater to be to warm and flattering. I want to wear it outside the house.
If I’m honest, the project is beyond my experience in knitting. There’s lots to wonder about. I just don’t know how it will turn out. I’ve researched and theorized. I have fit clothing before. I can knit. I can play with string.
There’s nothing left to do but try. If it works out, I’ll be a step closer to knowing the theory of everything.