Anyway, I said I'd steek and I did.
First I read the directions for the sweater. Seems like every chance the designer got, she said to go online to find instructions for steeking. Yeah, thanks for that.
Then I hooked up my ancient sewing machine and lined up:
I was nervous just sewing! I went so slow that I gave myself eye strain.
Then I got the scissors - oh lord - and started at the bottom of the arm steek and worked my way up. I wished the whole time that I was a woman who takes an occasional drink (I never touch the stuff), but I'm sure it would have made matters worse.
Well, I cut even slower than I sewed. Now that's just sad. The sweater instructions said NOT to cut the top crossover stitch and I didn't. Whew! And then it was done. Those are my fingers peeking through the hole:
And just when I thought it couldn't get any more traumatic, I realized that I'd only done ONE sleeve! I have another sleeve, a center steek and the neckline!!
Sheesh. After all this, the only fair isle I'll be doing will be no larger that doll clothes.
I was so stressed out after all that drama that I took a nap. Maybe I'll have a dream about one day finishing the sweater. I guess I'd better work fast before I lose my nerve again. One steek at a time.
Maybe the next time I bring up the subject of the fair isle sweater, it'll be when I'm wearing it.