Just terrible, I tell you.
There is something about this swatch that absolutely fatigues me. I can barely stand to look at this thing; it’s like a boyfriend gone BAD. Just move on, fella. This is NOT WORKING FOR ME.
This may be the single most deflating swatch I’ve made since the Day-Glo Fair Isle Swatch of 2003. As bad as My First Log Cabin. It may be worse than my all-time worst idea (and I hesitate to mention it, but it’s necessary to provide a sense of the scale here) The Fingering Weight Mercerized Cotton Debacle of 2005.
I recall the joie with which I bought this yarn at Rhinebeck. Where is the joie now?
What does this remind me of? I finally figured it out. It’s the HoJo connection. I look at this and think of Howard Johnson’s. I see this and crave a Howard Johnson’s clam roll. But where’s the orange? The partial Hojoness of this is what bugs me: if you’re going HoJo, go all the way.
There’s also some institutional vibe coming off these colors. Plastic tubs from the hospital? A spit-up bucket? Can’t put my finger on it, but I’m channeling some maternity-based plastic thing. I feel like I’m going into labor just thinking about it.
I haven’t given up on my quest for the plaid mohair coat of my dreams. But I gotta keep hunting for the right colors. This is not going to be it.
The lesson here? Always make a swatch. What if I had embarked on a mohair coat without this swatch? I shudder to think.