There I was, streaking and striping along on Miss Bea’s Jumping Dress, in placid and almost meditative fashion, when I got to the teeny-tiny shoulders and said to myself, ‘Holmfirth, We Have a Problem’. Take a look:
See what I mean? There is a profusion of ends hanging off those bitty little armholes, and insufficient acreage to neatly tuck them. Nary a seam! I will have to weave them in along the back and hope they will not distort the fabric. If I were doing it again (and I might be–it is easy and fast, I have been blessed with plenty of DK Cotton in stock, and this is the type of item baby girls really do wear as they go about their daily baby girl duties), I think I would make the bodice a solid color for that Carnaby Street/Twiggie/Hey There Georgie Girl mini-dress look. I would also knit the thing in the round up to the armholes, as our clever friend Rowanette Jill has done. (Jill, you could save the rest of us a lot of trouble if you would freely blog forth about such matters.)
The next time you see Jumping Dress, it will be sporting an adorable two-year-old recipient. I’m shopping for tights and a t-neck today (my favorite part of any knitting project: accessorizing).
Anyway, this project is doing the trick of restoring my knitting self-esteem (‘I’m smart enough, I’m dexterous enough, and gosh darnit, people like me!!’) and giving me the strength to face my demons (my demons being braided cables and fuzz ruffles).
Happy Monday! Love, Kay