OK. There has been knitting. In fact, the second sleeve is almost done, and there was no way around it.
The steeks were coming.
I have been putting this off and putting this off. Seriously, what is more frightening to a knitter than CUTTING a sweater??? Maybe a colony of moths, but it would be a close thing.
The sleeves are almost done
and I could feel myself getting really nervous, and I was afraid I was going to shove this lovely sweater into the bottom of the project bin to get out of cutting steeks--which would be really unfortunate as I truly love this sweater. So, it was time.
This is a cardigan, so there will be steeks for the front as well as the armholes, so first I set my sewing machine's presser foot to the lowest possible pressure, said a prayer to the knitting gods, then basted right down the center of the guide stitch I'd added I thought my hands might be shaking so badly when I did the steeks that I would need a very obvious cutting target. And alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
Then, setting my stitch length to the tiniest stitch possible, I stitched two seams on either side of the center stitch.
So far, so good. Now the moment of truth!
I AM CUTTING MY KNITTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG! Someone bring me a paper bag!!!!
I have cut up a sweater!
I need to go lay down.....