People with FMS are not supposed to indulge in high energy / high impact activities. It tends to exacerbate the sympoms. [ which are a high level of pain and chronic fatigue ]
Right. I know that.
So tell me why I did three and a half hours of tap class last night and bellydancing this morning? [ well actaually it was Clogging but most people don't know what that is so it's easier to say "tap" ]
The cracked coccxyx is letting me know that it also does not think this was one of my more brilliant decisions.
Although the most physically painful part of the last 24 hours was actually the sitting at quilting this afternoon.
The most sedate activity possible is the one that was a literal pain in the tuchous.
and in a 180 degree change of subject, because I can't think of a clever segue:
I had an epiphany the other night:
When it comes to knitting, if you don't finish it, you haven't failed.
...the possibility still exists that it will totally suit you, fit like a dream and be in all ways perfect... but if you actually go ahead and finish something, then you have to acknowledge any imperfections. Whether said imperfections are the garment's or one's own. Now bear in mind, I am a woman who is generally incapable of judging what will or will not look okay in a change room because in my minds eye I'm still that 20kgs lighter person that I was only 10 years ago.. Why would I expect that something based only on a tiny wee two dimensional image of a garment worn by a stick insect is going to a] fit or b]suit ...but if I don't actually FINISH it? Then of course ONE day it's going to be divine. ONE day ...
Anyway, armed with this revelation, and new determination and taking a deeeeeep breath, I wielded thread and sticks and knit up the bands.
sewed in the ends, lightly blocked, tried it on ........................and?
the armholes are way too loose.
Add to that, I'd used cotton for a pattern that was originally designed for bamboo yarn. I wouldn't know bamboo yarn if it snuck up and bit me on my achey caboose.
I now suspect that it's a whole lot less stretchy than Bengigo Woollen Mills 8-ply [DK] cotton.
The otherwise very pretty top has been sitting on the end of the sewing room table since Sunday night.
This morning I tried it on again and it still looked revolting.
Nothing for it. Those armhole bands had to be redone.
This is when I discovered that the sewing in was SO PERFECT [ oh yeah ] that I couldn't find the end. This couldn't happen on some other garment? It had to be THIS one?
Out with the scissors. Hack. Slash. Unravel.
So here I am, watching Weird Al Yankovic on Spicks and Specks and reknitting the second armhole with a third less stitches. Yes I know that sounds like I took out too many but believe me, the one I've already redone fits just P-E-R-F-E-C-T-L-Y. Now so long as I haven't mozzed myself by Blogging about it slightly prematurely....