I started knitting a shawl in the summer during road trips. It looked like it would make a cozy wrap for the winter and looked relatively easy considering my limited knitting skills.
It was supposed to look like this.
Recently I decided I’d be extra virtuous and complete it for my sister’s birthday, perhaps redeem myself after my previous failed knitted gifts, including the deformed baby blanket and wobbly neck teddy bear.
Unfortunately, my track record of flawed knitting attempts continues. Although constructing a shawl during a road trip seemed like a productive and crafty idea, my results were a little haphazard and random. Road trip knitting needed to compete with choosing the appropriate music, munching on snacks, and avoiding looking at my knitting because I tend to get car sick if my head is down for too long.
I don’t know why it is so narrow. I thought I counted the right number of stitches. I made it a little shorter than it was supposed to be because I was getting low on wool, but other than that, and the cable pattern that didn’t always happen, I tried to stay reasonably true to the instructions.
I now have a stunted shawl that cannot pretend to provide warmth and toastiness, and my sister’s birthday has come and gone.
I sent her a cookbook.