Bitches Get Stitches

last night, or early this morning rather,
i conquered the stóra dímun.
it began with 449 stitches,
and now, this bitch is finished!

and huge.

(the picture should give you an idea of scale here)

some notes on the stóra dímun:
it isn’t for the faint of heart.
while technically easy,
you’re gonna need a shit ton of stamina to finish it.
i probably whined more working on this shawl than on anything else i have knit thus far. endless garter stitch isn’t happy mindless knitting,
it’s chinese water torture.

but now that it’s done,
it’s like a ringing in my ear has stopped,
and i can finally appreciate its beauty.

there are only two little things that i’m concerned with.

issue the first: i cast on too tightly
and it’s making it difficult for me to get it to block in the exact position i’d like.

issue the second: i noticed a hole where i didn’t intend.

no, not an extra yarn over.

take a closer look.

yes, it’s what you think.
you’re eyes aren’t lying.
the yarn has indeed snapped,
and my stitches are moving toward oblivion.
not only am i devastated that, in it’s final hour,
stóra dímun has taken one last poisonous stab at my knitterly heart;
i’m truly sad because this shawl is a gift.
and before i even give the bugger away,
it has something truly wrong with it.

you can’t call a repair a design feature.
it’s a hole, a weak spot, a scar,
a mistake!

it doesn’t help that i noticed it after i began blocking it.
all that tugging couldn’t have been good for the hole.

it’s currently 10:45 am est.
i’m just gonna sit here for now,
watching the shawl dry,
sipping on my big glass of port.
and in a while,
i’ll unleash some tapestry needle kung fu on this shawl’s ass,
and put the final nail in its coffin.

you will be a f.o. stóra dímun.
just after i get my refill.