Finishing and I, we don't get along so well.
My whole reluctance about knitting a sweater stems from this. I have visions of sweater pieces languishing in a bag for years and years because of my dread of seaming and my fear of mucking up all those little touches that transform a sweater from homemade to handknit.
But this is the year I knit a sweater. And I really want to knit Ann Hanson's Jackie Jacket. Geez, I've even knit the swatches for it! How more serious can a person get having swatches?! So, the other evening, I hitched up my big girl pants and took a class. A finishing class. A finishing class with the designer extraordinaire Shirley Paden.
Please, please, please can I be Shirly Paden when I grow up? Elegant, talented and smart. Oh my gosh-- is she smart! And a wonderful teacher, too.
Four hours later and a table-full of put-together pieces, I think I'm beginning to get it. (And it wasn't all sewing. We also practiced the three-needle bind off, picked up neckline stitches, wove in those pesky ends and learned how to make a couple of very good-looking, strong buttonholes.)
At least I'm not so afraid anymore. Armed with Shirley's detailed handouts and with her reassurance that this can be done, finishing and I have declared a truce.