I don’t want to brag, but I just never frog (to the uninitiated, this is an evil process wherein you knit something forever, realize far too late that you’ve made a mistake, and then have to undo it).

Since most of my work is free form, I just get to go with the flow. For the work that is a bit more organized, if something does go wrong, it gets tossed into a pile of stuff that I will just make something else out of in the future…ie: felt and then turn into brooches.

But for the first time, I had only a specific amount of hand spun in just the right colours for just one design. I was trying to knit a scarf. What’s so complicated about that, you ask. Good question.

I was commissioned to knit a scarf for an older, stylish woman. I felt I had a good sense of her, enough to spin something thick and thin plied with kid mohair and silk. I wanted something that would be rich in colour and luxurious next to the skin. Again, no big deal.

But once I started knitting, the hand spun betrayed me, at every turn with each design, the character of the thick and thin spin did not sit in the right place. My scarf was starting to look just like an ordinary scarf. One, two and three times carefully undoing the wool so as not to felt it. (this has been going on for two days)

And finally this morning it occurred to me. This was meant to be crocheted and not knit. Why I didn’t listen to the yarn the first time around? It was so obvious.

I am so pleased with the flow of this piece. It curves, it has an organic warm feel to it. I enjoy the colours of the hand spun and I’m glad I finally listened to the wool.