Even though I measured and calculated, it turns out that the narrow end of my skirt isn't quite the right size to be flattering to my wide end (which after the food orgy that is Thanksgiving is probably even wider). Couple that with the fact that this skirt, while following the proportions of other knitted skirt patterns, is not ideal for my proportions, resulting in robbing Peter to pay Paul.
Alternately: I have to remove hexagons from the small end of the skirt to make bigger and better hexagons on the big end of the skirt so that the small end better approximates a suitable size and the big end does not become the way too short end (my knees are not my best feature, so I prefer not to wear skirts that highlight them).
My life is still hexed, as it turns out.
Apart from the fact that I was so very ready to start on the next project (I have even swatched), and that the disappointment of delayed startitis approaches crushingly sad, this is actually not a bad thing, as Skirt 2.0 will be better.
My original shaping plan for seven rounds of hexagons was two rounds at sixteen stitches per side, two with fifteen, and three with fourteen. As I laid it out on the sofa to admire it, that this size progression didn't allow for quite enough flare over the hips-thighs-lower-belly area to be attractive, so my new and improved shaping, with only a single round of fourteen-per-side hexagons allows more ease where I need it, and a flippy bottom edge: my inverse Robin Hood rounds (I'm stealing from the stitch-poor hexagons to make stitch-rich hexagons) will not both contain hexagons with seventeen stitches per side - the second round will have eighteen stitches per side.
I know it'll make a prettier skirt, but I really wanted to wear it sooner than in a couple of weeks.
The added bummer is that these larger hexagons take considerably longer to complete than the small ones. Obvious, yes of course, but the actuality of it is less than ideal, emotionally. I'll try to be grown-up about it.
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This being a grown-up about one's imperfect knitting projects is almost more than I can bear. I'm fighting with a sleeve cap myself right now. Grump, grump.
Yeah, I think being a grownup about one's knitting is way overrated. The folks who talk about tossing it into a corner? Well, yeah. My grownup part just puts it in a baggie first.
Oh make no mistake, I have my Bermuda Rectangle for stalled projects, but it's not as though it's too much trouble to figure out how to fix it, and I'm NOT going to throw a hissy fit just because I made a mistake in fit which, although irksome, is fixable.
At least, not this time.
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