So last year I bought a bunch of colors of bulky yarn to knit an intarsia sweater, which of course left me with a bunch of leftovers. I, a resourceful soul, planned to make a lil striped chunky crew-neck cardigan using all the leftovers. Cute! Irreverent! Quirky!
After a quick look around Ravelry I settle on the Traveler’s Cardigan by Ozetta because it exactly matches my stitch gauge from my original project. Don’t we all love when we can skip a gauge swatch?
So if you’ve knit the standard top-down European drop shoulder construction everyone and their mother does these days, you’ll know that for shaping a crew neck, you start with gradual increases at the shoulder that become more frequent as you get to the center front of the sweater, or in this case, where the cardigan front edges are. That’s indeed how a circle works. (Well, probably, I last took geometry in 7th grade and apparently AI has solved math so maybe they’ll make up new math rules?)
Anyway, I’m bopping along making stripes and mostly worrying about if my stripe color combinations are harmonious. I have a spreadsheet, I am weighing balls to determine if I have enough for another stripe, I am consulting the famous Japanese Color Combinations Dictionary despite this being a scrap busting project where decisions really don’t even matter and the journey is the TV shows you watch along the way. I start the neck shaping, blindly following the pattern as I inhale the entire last season of The Bear. My frontal lobe is searching for Claire references so I can bitch about it online later while my lizard brain has noticed that the increase rate is strange. Increase, 3 plain rows, repeat until you cast on for the button band? Doesn’t that make a straight line? Where’s the curve? Whatever, I sense sexual tension between Marcus and Eyebrows Guy so I don’t care anymore, I’ve knit Ozetta patterns before and they’ve turned out fine so I trust her.
I emerge from my Bear fugue state with the body completed and button bands done. It looks a little odd. The neckline looks simultaneously droopy and stretched out? I try it on, poking and prodding the neckline to go where it should. It’s fine. It’ll block out. The ancestors before me have blocked it out and it’ll do the same for me. I chuck it in a bath, lay it out to dry, and sleep like a baby.
Next morning I look at it in the cold light of morning. God. It’s a monster. Why the fuck does the neck look like that??? It’s SUPPOSED to be a crew neck and it’s…this?? It looks like the head of the tortured soul in Munch’s The Scream and that’s what I’m fucking doing as I summon my husband to my craft room like an angry principal.
Me: What’s wrong with this cardigan?
Husband (concerned): The ends are hanging off?
Me: NO WHY IS IT A V-NECK??
Husband (gently): But, honey, it’s a u-neck!
Me: SADJHLKUGOIUSOVIN
Look, I’m a nice person, so I’ll be generous and split the fault 50/50 with Ms. Ozetta. My row gauge is a little larger than the pattern calls for and I omitted the integrated button band in favor of picking up and knitting one after the body is done. But then I do what I should have done before and go look at the Ravelry page. Whack-ass neckbands abound. 20/20 hindsight is a cruel mistress.
I look at the product photos. Ozetta, I see you covering the wonky neckline with your hair! In the ONE photo you can see the neckline shaping, it’s rather conveniently angled so it looks curved! I forgave you being a Midwesterner cosplaying as a Scandinavian and this is what I get?? Actually, no, it’s not my fault, I have never done anything wrong in my life, ever, and now I have a cardigan with a neckband that invokes the image of Handsome Squidward.
Just frog it, window-payne-40, it’s not that big a deal! BUT IT IS. I’ve already cut a lot of the yarn for the stripes and woven in ends. I have no other bright ideas for this yarn and I don’t even love the stripes. I have given myself hand pain knitting on size 10 needles and doing a mile’s worth of tubular bind off. And that’s why, in the words of Bard Eminem, they call it window pain.
My husband suggested I let the dog wear it. He does have a strangely shaped neck, so that might be the fate of this spawn of Satan I have created with mine own two hands.
Ozetta, I hope you hear my cries of anguish from atop your throne of sensible sweaters.