Yesterday I pulled out the Still Light tunic for my daughter in law. What with all these visits to her house to play with my sweet kiddies, I managed to get her to try it on. And guess what?
It fits! I's so close to the right length that the shortfall I was worrying about will come about with wear. This is alpaca and it will do its lengthening just about how you want it to be. If I would have done another set of increases, it would have been fine, but this is ok too so we are going with it. She was a little disturbed at the width of the front till I showed her how the pockets turn under in the finishing. she was also disturbed at how short it was, till I told her how many inches there are left to knit! I think the picture of the completed garment has gone from her mind. That is how long this has been on the needles.
To the rest of the world, it looks exactly like that. In my head, in my knitter's blindly optimistic soul, this is no longer just knitting. This is a sweater, an fine stylish almost finished one. I might have 10 or twelve inches of length, two sleeves, and the pockets still to knit. I may not have used half the yarn so far, but in my heart of hearts, this sweater is done.
So much of this is plain stockinette that it is going to be my potato chip knitting, my sock knitting, my don't have to think about it knitting. I can do it while playing with the kiddies, and while chasing puppies. I'm good. I got this.
Unbridled optimism. Another thing to add to the long list of things I learn from knitting.