That, my friends, is the first seven rows of my not-so-beginner-friendly cardigan. I can’t believe I’ve knit 7 rows already! I’m a small knitter at heart; I knit socks and mittens and cat toys. Even hats sometimes seem like too much of a commitment. “I have to cast on how many stitches?!” I always ask. I’ve developed a strong dislike for the process of casting on. It’s strange, because I remember that casting on was my favorite part as a kid. Of course, back then I was using the backwards loop method instead of the long-tail cast on. I loved the rhythm of casting on; I felt so capable and smart as the stitches flew onto my needle, lickety-quick. But now it just seems like an annoying hurdle to jump over before the real fun can begin.
I think that my dislike of casting on stems from my sheer unadulterated hatred of chaining in crochet. I like to crochet, but I could never count the chains accurately. After having to rip out a chain of thirty, seventy, or one hundred stitches because I was 5 stitches short after the first row became really, really annoying. I always seek out projects with very few chains at the beginning.
That, honestly, is one of the things that has kept me from starting a sweater or cardigan before now. The thought of casting on two hundred to three hundred stitches for a sweater knit in the round was highly unappealing. I have persevered, though, and as you can see below, I successfully cast on three hundred and one stitches last night. So far, the cardigan and I are having a very nice honeymoon after the chore of casting on. Things are moving along as fast as can be expected, the yarn is nice, and the needles are sharp. And I haven’t miscrossed a cable, which is always a bonus.
Of course, it’s too warm outside to wear a light jacket, let alone a wool cardigan, but I’m in complete denial about that. It’s February, it must be cold, right?