Inigo I admit it, you are better than I am.
Wesley Then why are you smiling?
Inigo Because I know something that you don't know.
Wesley And what is that?
Inigo I am not left-handed!
-The Princess Bride
Remember back in June, when I broke my right pinky finger? What I couldn't tell you then was that in addition to all the other craziness going on at the time, I was still knitting. Because I had to. Because there was a deadline for this:
Did you see it in Knitty (if not, click HERE)? You can imagine my despair when the bone man at the hospital slapped a cast on my favorite hand, while this was still only a vision in my head. How would I ever knit it?
Left-handed, that's how. Although just like Inigo, I am not left-handed.
The going was slow. Glacial. Excruciating, both physically and emotionally. To see what it was like, put your stilettos on the wrong feet, and then run for the bus. But what else could I do? The vest had to get made on time, or it wouldn't be in Knitty. And then Lindsay couldn't model it at Powell's Books. And you couldn't have the free pattern. Nope, the only option was to press on, stitch by clumsy stitch, hoping it wouldn't come out looking like I knit it with boxing gloves on. Somehow, it doesn't. Somehow, it's exactly the way I wanted it to look. The Knitting Gods took pity on me, though I probably didn't deserve it.
So now you know the rest of the story. And if you're on the fence about knitting your own Great Horn-rimmed, ask yourself, how hard could it be? I made mine with one hand tied behind my back.