Trouble with Trebles

This blog is to keep track of my knitting, other craft projects, and the weird bits of life that don't fit anywhere else.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Ravelympics - The Fallen Project

To my surprise, I am enjoying the Ravelympics and the Olympics. Being forced to knit more has reminded me how much I enjoy it. I'm excited to start new projects and finish those I've got on the needles. In that spirit and with the success of my scarf project I thought I might enter another Ravelympics event, WIPs Dancing. The rule is that the WIP can't have been worked on since January 12th. That eliminated the couple projects that were nearly done. However, I was near completing the front side of a new cream and blue Anouk. It might be cutting it close, but finishing the back, the pockets, and tabs seemed doable. I dug it out and started knitting. After working another inch or so I realized the measurements were funky. It turns out I had missed part of the pattern instructions about 7 inches back. After finishing the decreases, I was supposed to knit to 9.25 inches and then decrease for the transition from the skirt to bodice. I just went right to the decrease at about 7.5 inches, much too early. So, I had to rip back to that point. It went from this:

To this:

I'm pretty sure I won't finish it in time for the Ravelympics now. On the positive side, I was working on the 12 month size (this project has been sitting around awhile) and RJ is nearly 2. Now I plan to follow the 18 month sizing instead for length (might even add some extra) and it will be more likely to fit her as a dress for a few months before it becomes a top. She’s super skinny, so having the 12 month width may actually work out better.

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At 6:57 PM, Blogger Brenda said...

That will be very cute! Even if it's not going to be done by the end of the Olympics, you have it back out and are making progress.
Have a great weekend!

At 11:04 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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At 9:12 PM, Blogger Caroline said...

It will be very cute. It's fun to see you blogging again. It's hard, I know, especially with a little one running around:)

At 5:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It sucks to rip back but at least now you can customize it to fit! Good luck with the Olympics, and I'm really glad I had time to read your posts today, because I've got 4 babies to knit for within the next 2 months and at least 1 is a girl, and I'd already knit my go-to pattern in girl colors for a close friend of the couple who is expecting, and was wondering what I could knit that would be different. I'd completely forgotten about Anouk, I think I'll knit that! Thank you!!

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