I'm a spotty sweater blocker. To paraphrase the immortal Adam Ant, I don't block, I don't swatch, what do I do? Well, I knit a lot of sweaters that are way too big for me. Luckily, I always seem to err on the large side, which is infinitely preferable to erring on the small side. But swimming in one's sweaters isn't optimal, either.
I am blocking the Nantucket Sweater parts, though. Partly because they really have to be blocked--the seed stitch panels that form the peplum pull up in a way I'd rather they didn't--and partly because I would like it to fit right. So I pinned and I measured. Now watch this be the sweater that's too small (if it is, I can block it much harder).
Then I immediately cast on for Arisaig, because I needed something to knit during the Pats game. And then, after the game, I ripped out everything I had knit--on size 4 needles at a gauge of 7.5 stitches per inch--while expressing my hatred for Peyton Manning (seriously, could he do any more commercials?) I am a big believer in the cathartic nature of destruction. (Ask me about the sofa I sawed up sometime!)
But I didn't just rip to vent. The rib section I had started with was clearly going to be snugger than I wanted it to be. Oh, right, had I swatched, I'd have known. Damn. Well, it was sort of a swatch, a 142 stitch, 18"x2" swatch. Yeah, that's right.
Tonight, Nantucket seaming starts, then the crocheted border. I don't think I'll be on track to finish by the end of this week, but it might be close.