If I Only Knew The Ending...

There was an episode of Sex & the City where women brought ex-boyfriends to a party with the intention of "passing along" a nice guy to another woman. The short of it is that one woman in particular was suddenly unwilling to pass along her guy. Seeing him through the eyes of other women made her realize what a catch he was.

Patterns are like that as well. I'd thought about knitting Forecast when Knitty first published it, but I determined that there was something about the proportions that did not suit me. Then, I saw Winnie's interpretation of the pattern, and it made more sense to me. In spite of being drawn to the smaller bobbles and the change in the sleeves, I never cast on, even though I'd run out to purchase the yarn for it.

Somehow, I stumbled onto Pinku's Forecast, and I knew it was time. I also knew that the yarn I'd originally bought was not the destined yarn. Instead I picked the buttery, sunshiney yellow Cascade 220 Superwash I'd bought on sale months ago.

Maybe I'm still recovering from my weekend of confronting tragic knits, or maybe it's too early in the game, but I'm not predicting good things. I don't hear any voices, which is a good omen, but those cable? They seem to be foretelling my impending displeasure.

I've never seen more unremarkable cables in my life. The cables are overpowered by the moss stitch collar and the garter stitch background. The background that is supposed to feature and present the damn cables, not beat them into submission. Frankly, the whole point of the pattern is the cables and the shaping. If the cables look like ass -- and weak ass at that -- is there any reason for me to continue?

This is a job for the Magic Eight Ball. Strangley enough, every click on the link results in a different answer, so I'm not vouching for the veracity of the online version.