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You can't cut knitting.

Generally I try to choose knitting projects where I need to master one new skill at a time.  I've learned cables, increasing and decreasing, short rows, continental and European knitting.  I've also successfully modified a rather complicated pattern so that I could add in a specialty rib stitch where a simple rib was called for.  I felt very proud of this, which indicates that I am a nerd with no life.  C'est ma vie.

However, I am breaking my rule to start on a project I've really wanted to do for a while.  It's a kit from KnitPicks for a laptop case.  Should I manage to not screw this up, it will look something like this:
This requires that I knit in the round, read a chart, and do stranded colorwork, all of which is new for me.  Should I actually manage to finish it, it's also going to require steeking, where you cut. the. damned. knitting, which is craaaaazy.

Steeking.  Pure madness.

I may use it as a laptop bag, or maybe I'll turn it into a pillow or a purse.  Either way, it's getting steeked, just so I can do it.  Then I'm going to make the sweater that the Knitting Harpy is hacking to bits above b/c it's absolutely gorgeous.

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Briana said…
Like!! Bravery in all its forms!
January 28, 2011 at 12:34 AM
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