Well, now, ain’t it always the way...
If you’re going to make a big, ugly mistake that you won’t be able to undo, it’s never going to happen on the back of a shawl, is it? Of course not. The unfair law of the knitting universe is that such a gaff will happen in the most visible spot. Right at the top edge, the part that will be near your face or tied in front.
And you know, it won’t matter whether or not anyone else can see it. Good knitters might be able to spot it in the photo below, but most people probably will never notice it enough to point it out. Nearly all of the population will never be aware enough of this mistake to make one of those intended-to-be-charming-but-not-really inquiries of “Did you make that?” Translation: because it looks hand-made (and not in the complimentary sense).
Whether or not you know the botched picot--which I have come to call the “wart picot”--is there, I know it is there. Actually, from this photo, even my lovely dog Bella knows it is there. My goal for this project, to master the picot, has not been met. I’ve gotten much better at the picot, yes, but about four inches from the edge the picot mastered me.
The lesson here is to wear it anyway. To adorn my shoulders with the fruits of my craft because it is soft and fluffy and deliciously warm. This is the kind of shawl I will curl around my neck when I have a sore throat or when I have a bad day.
Because the real truth of this shawl is that like the picot edging, one bad bit doesn’t kill the whole endeavor.
So I’ll block it lovingly tomorrow, treating it as tenderly as all my other shawls. I’ll see if I can manipulate that wart to hide beside its mastered brothers and sisters.
And I will wear it either way.