I’m having another fit . . .

. . . or perhaps I should say, another fitting.

For what must be the sixth time I’ve transferred all of my stitches onto waste yarn so I can be sure that my Simple Knitted Bodice is going in the proper direction(s). It is a little bit tedious to keep doing this, but to my mind it’s well worth the trouble. I’ve been able to see before going too far that I had needed to decrease my stitch count or shorten the torso, and the result is a sweater that fits like this:

Which is to say, just about as perfect as I could hope for.

Now, I still can’t help but worry a little what’s going to happen when I eventually wash my sweater. I know, from doing my gauge swatch, that the silk will loosen and will want to spread itself out. It will drape differently than it does now, and I can’t help but feel a little sad that the fabric won’t look and feel the way it does now. I suppose I could refuse to ever wash it . . .

Well, maybe not. And maybe I’m worrying for nothing; it may not grow as much as I fear. But just in case, I’m going to take loads of photos of it now, so if worse comes to worse at least I’ll have pictures to remember — the way we were. [Cue romantic music]

On another note, I’m very happy to see Cav pull off his THIRD stage win, but let’s hope he saves a bit of energy for the Olympics!

The other less happy news today is giving me horrible flashbacks of last year’s Tour, things I’d much rather not think about or discuss. I suppose George Hincapie is right; he suggested looking on the positive side (no pun intended, I’m sure) that the cheaters are being caught. Again, I feel so sorry for the teammates who are punished even though they didn’t do anything wrong.

And I have to add this — I’ve always been an extremely open-minded person, the type who wants to hear and understand both sides of an argument before choosing my position. I also tend to be more of an optimist than a cynic (although that’s not as true now as when I was younger), so I desperately want to believe that a person is innocent until proven guilty.

In this particular situation, however, given the history of doping in the peloton, I understand that it’s important to take some kind of action immediately, even at the risk of arresting and/or firing an innocent rider. See, there’s still a tiny part of me that wants to believe perhaps it’s all a mistake, no matter who it is, and that somehow things will be all right. Or even if it doesn’t turn out all right for the person accused, maybe he truly was innocent and somewhere along the line the system broke down.

And I have to hang onto that small hope, because otherwise I would find it much too depressing to watch any bike race at all, especially the Tour.

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