I finally started knitting my Cowichan-inspired jumper. It has been a rather long gestation period. I've had the wool for nearly 4 years. I finished charting the design 18 months ago. I knitted swatches last year. Today I started knitting, and it feels good. Even when Neal said, off-hand, "I thought you were going to use black." "I am using black," I retorted. Neal, ever cautious, replied slowly "....it looks quite a lot like navy blue - maybe it's the light?"
It was not the light. I've had this wool for 4 years. I have gazed at it, fondled it, even weighed and measured it, and not once did I notice that I had two cakes of black and one of navy. This is a problem on several counts. For one thing, how on earth did I not see that? I even have new glasses. For another thing, my first impulse was a very strong rejection of the very idea I could be wrong. Even as I simultaneously stared at a suddenly undeniably navy blue skein of wool.
What do you want to be? A colour blind, intransigent knitter, said no one ever. Worrying.
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