steekfear

I has it.

Weird. I've been looking forward to this bit for ages, but as The Steek looms larger on the horizon, so does a nascent feeling of fear. At first the idea seemed like fun, but now I've spent about a month knitting this jumper, it seems rather like madness to cheerfully attack the thing with scissors.

Actually I think I was even more nervous about doing the sewing bit. Having very little experience with a sewing machine, and a propensity to tangle threads, distort fabric, make wavy lines and generally ruin stuff, I had very low confidence about this step. I had to steek a test swatch and drink a pint of beer before even picking up the jumper. But I took a deep breath and started sewing it last night. No tanglings, and marginally straighter than a dog's hind leg! I thought I was doing pretty well. Then Mr. Rubbishknitter entered the room, wondering why I was red-faced and sweating, despite the baltic weather and our boiler being on the blink. Oh well. It is sewn now, and awaits the scissors! *takes deep breath*...