...because nothing I knit him works out.
I finished up the first war glove last night just before Mom arrived to take us to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra (WICKED AWESOME! Go see them if you can! I especially loved the fire. Mmmm fire....) and I tossed it at his head because he was playing pirates on the computer and ignoring me. He tried it on and....
They are too big. Now obviously this is my girly hand pictured with it, but it is enormous! They are supposed to be 5 inches wide and it's just over 5.5 inches (my girly hand is 3.5 inches). Dave doesn't have small hands, but they are nice, slender piano man hands.
But the thing that REALLY ticks me off. I SWATCHED. I never swatch - never, ever, ever, ever. I had to for this because the pattern didn't give a needle size. Just a gauge. It's worsted, and to get gauge I had to use a 3.5 mm needle (not really surprising, I do tend to be a loose knitter). And my gauge was SPOT ON! It was perfect!
Now I can easily fix thsi little problem by modifying the pattern a bit - but I don't want to undo this one. I'm going to make the second and give it to my Papa, who has huge hands! Then I'm going to head up the Julie's to see if she has another skein of the yarn (her site said she had three, lets hope they are still there by the time I have moolah and a chance to get there) or something in a similar colour.
I had considered casting on for the second one at Job#2 tonight, but this morning I packed up Dave's sock instead. But when I got to work, I realized I left my fourth needle at home - so no knitting tonight.
Now I'm going to go upstairs and decide which yarn I want to use for my first shawl. Dave hasn't decided where he wants to go for New Year's - his cottage or his uncle's, but wherever we end up at the stroke of midnight - I'm casting on!
Happy New Year's to all!