Yet more frogging...
Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!!! This little jumper is in danger of suffering from 5th or 6th sleeve syndrome, never mind 2nd. You’ve seen the pic of me frogging the first attempt at a sleeve. On Monday I went away, measured, calculated, reknitted, held the two pieces together, and I swear they were a perfect fit. Then I looked at them again last night – and the top of the sleeve was way too big 
So I’ve frogged again. Here follow my calculations – PLEASE jump up and down and correct me if I’ve made a glaring mistake.
The yarn knits up to 25 st x 34 rows over a 10cm x 10cm square – i.e. 2.5 st per cm. The armhole on the body measures 12 cm from armpit to shoulder. Double that makes 24 cm. 24×2.5 = 60 st. Add 4 for casting off 2 each side at shoulder = 64 st. I start with 34 st, so I need to increase by 30 st – 15 increase rows as I increase one st at each end. I want the sleeve to measure 15 cm, and the cuff is going to be 2 cm – I don’t want any increases in that. So I’m going to be doing my increases over 13 cm. I have 3.4 rows per cm, so that makes 44(.2) rows. 44/15 is near enough 3, so I need to increase every 3rd row – right?!
Please tell me I am – I loved this little jumper to bits when I started it (maybe even a little more than Senryu – shhh – don’t tell), and now the relationship is going very sour. But I can’t just hide it and do something else – the baby is due in less than a fortnight. And it’s coming out horribly boyish – which is fine if the baby is a boy, but we don’t know yet. I think I’m going to just embroider some flowers on it if it turns out to be a girl.
And in case anyone is wondering what my children are up to while I’m writing this – it was all very quiet, but I (naively) figured they were just enjoying CBeebies (I luuuuuurve CBeebies – and try not to plonk them in front of it too much). Oh, and Ruth was eating her breakfast…
Yes, that is porridge all over her fringe – and yes, she hates having her hair washed!
Adam was chilling out in his dressing gown:
And the wretched GeorgeEsther (my top tips for the future owner’s names) was languishing sadly on the sofa:
See – the colours were supposed to be neutral, but those definitely say “boy” to me.
And while I’m ranting a bit – I detest stitch markers. I need them for the lace thing I’m doing on circular needles at the mo, but in general I prefer to a) count, and/or b) look at the pattern. Maybe I just don’t have the right ones yet, but the circular plastic split ring ones end up on the floor, or caught through the wrong bit of knitting far more often than they sit nicely in the right place.
Anyway, Ruth’s hair needs sorting out, and I need to get the children out of the house while they’re still in a good mood.
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