Following the instructions in The Sweater Workshop, I carefully cast on (cable cast on) my ribbing, knit 2 inches of K2P2, increased appropriately, knit three more inches of stockinette, then put half the stitches onto a stitch holder and remeasured my gauge.
Jackie Fee calls it “starting again”. Yep, my gauge was off by a half a stitch per inch. She calls this process of frogging the old as the new piece is being knitted “a more pleasant approach than rip out”. It’s supposed to be Not So Demoralizing.
It still sucks. But better to stop now and get it right rather than have another ill fitting sweater in the drawer that I know would have to be ripped out eventually. Then the yarn would have to be washed, dried and rolled so that I could use it again. Yep, better now than later.
On another note, I am up to Book 3 of both the Agatha Raisin series and the Mrs. Murphy series. I’m kind of preferring Beaton’s books. Agatha is “a woman of a certain age” who hasn’t yet reached the “woman of a certain age” mentality, if you know what I mean. She’s still far too concerned with what people think of her and trying to make an impression. To her credit, she recognizes this lack of confidence and attributes it to her long career in the advertising business.
I think M.C. Beaton does a great job showing Agatha’s personal growth. It’s far more interesting (and realistic) to read about a heroine with imperfections than one that’s ideal. I find myself wanting to either slap Agatha into some sense or give her a hug. And I wouldn’t look away if she needed to cry. What was that all about anyway? The vicar’s wife could’ve given her a tissue and at least patted her on the shoulder. Dunno why she was so embarrassed to see another woman crying.
I can only assume it’s a British thing…cultural differences across the pond, so to speak.
Rita Mae Brown, on the other hand, shows Harry with many qualities of “a woman of a certain age” (I don’t know why I feel the need to put that into quotes) although Harry is only in her 30s. While I love all of Brown’s practical feminism, sometimes it seems out of place for a heroine that’s so young. I’m in book 3 and Harry hasn’t once mentioned wanting a lover or children, or regretting not having either of them. She’s perfectly content living alone with her critters and working at the post office.
In short, she has the personality of a flat tire. It’s just not going anywhere.
What’s wrong with this woman? I am losing interest in her, and if this book doesn’t show some improvement I might find another series.
Note that this is just my opinion. I’m easily bored with uninteresting characters, especially if there isn’t a lot of action in the book.
Here’s a thought. What would happen if the two characters switched books? Dump Agatha into Crozet, Virginia and let her sweat buckets when Mim doesn’t invite her to a social gathering. Sooner or later she’ll figure out what’s really important in life. And she’ll still have lots of small town mysteries to solve.
To counter that, toss Harry into stuffy Carsely where she can be prim and proper with all the Brits. She can discuss the weather with everyone who walks into the post office and determine who committed the crime by the way they stand in line and avoid direct confrontation. Harry wouldn’t dream of crying…ever. She’d fit right in.
Okay, maybe I’m being a little too sarcastic. Mrs. Murphy has lots of personality. For a cat.
I’ll quit rambling. Time to go over to Kat’s and check out the real Unraveled Wednesday posts.