Feather and Fan and Frustration...
I’m guessing you knew how that was going to end up.
|Restored--no, I won't let you't see the botched version|
Yep, turned out I had to rip all the feather and fan out and start over.
Good thing I wasn’t alone. My friend (and April 2012 Author Who Knits feature) Camy Tang was there at the writers conference where I was. Not only is Camy a talented writer, but she is also ninja-level knitter and a master of the feather and fan. If anyone could save this shawl, it’s Camy. Conversely, if anyone knew it was beyond saving, it was Camy.
The verdict was pronounced, and Camy and I began to rip. And rip. And rip.
We were sitting in the hotel lobby, and you could divide those who walked by into two distinct groups: non knitters who wondered what the heck we were doing with all that tangled yarn, and knitters who stood in sad solidarity as we pulled irredeemable tangled mohair from its place.
To add to the pain, I didn’t have anywhere near the right number of stitches I should have had to start the feather and fan portion. Again, Camy to the rescue! That dear friend sat there and recalculated/rewrote the pattern for me so I could move ahead with the stitches I had. Because that’s what a knitter does for a knitter in need. When a fellow knitter comes to you heartbroken, moaning “fix this!,” you dig in your heels (and your needles) and lend a hand.
It’s not done. It’s close, but I can’t bear to make you watch further. Just trust that I made it out of the pit alive and am clawing my way toward the finish line.
For everyone’s mental health, we’ve moving along to Austin for our next episode. Don’t worry Edie, I promise I’ll stick it out until the end and post a photo one of these days!