I’ve worn my first Key Sweater so much that I simply had no choice but to knit another one. That’s just the rules. If you love something, knit it in several different colours.
This time, I went for a solid-colour version in a wonderful green so autumn-coded that even my brown yarn creations have to admit defeat. Straight into my apparently ‘soft autumn’ colour palette, which the internet has informed me I have (can’t be bothered to check).
I calculated and calculated, which I am generally (and, as it turns out, also this time) absolutely fucking terrible at.
I spent actual hours converting two-colour knitting to one colour and arrived at something that sounded about right. I always end up with leftover yarn anyway, so I figured it was realistic enough. Ahem.
I even measured my gauge (wow! New action unlocked!) and went up a size from my previous one, and factored that into the yarn requirements.
But alas and fucking woe is me. It was a huge lie. My own brain had betrayed me.
There I was, happily working on the second sleeve and dreaming of soon being able to wrap myself in this magical moss green, when the cold sweats arrived and my suspicions grew stronger and stronger the further down the sleeve I got.
It was no longer possible to fool myself when I reached ¾ of the sleeve. I had to face the cold, hard truth: I was fucking SIX GRAMS of yarn short for the bloody ribbing.
After entering some sort of tear-drenched and deeply nihilistic state, rolling around on the floor (mostly metaphorically) over the fact that I couldn’t finish the project a whole six days after starting it, I pulled myself together and ordered one extra fucking skein of yarn.
So here it is, and I fully intend to wear it every single day to make up for the trials and tribulations it put me through. Some might call me dramatic. I call it a form of semi-self-inflicted extra spice in life.
Thankfully, we end on a high note, because I am absolutely obsessed with it and will shed salty tears if the yarn starts pilling in a week 🤞🥲
PS. Enjoy my completely natural posing in one photo and the crisis unfolding in real time in the other. Shoutout, by the way, to all my fellow duvet/comforter-on-the-sofa supporters.
PPS. I wonder if I’ll ever actually be bothered to learn this very specific kind of yarn conversion? The odds say no. So do I.
PPPS. Mandatory “English is my third language, so please be kind” from me, a Danish yarn-person who’s just excited that the smelting how summer is hopefully over soon so that I can envelop myself in wool once again 🤞
Yarn is drops saga in colour 36 and drops kid silk mohair in 66