Stage one: Excitement
I am so excited about this shawl! It is Faroese and named after my favourite literary character, Jane Eyre; the person I keep in mind when I must keep going even when times are tough. To have a comforting shawl snuggled around my shoulders that represents her is perfect. Perfect. And I’m sure those three skeins of yarn I have in my stash will be enough, even though the yardage only barely covers the recommended figure and I’ve gone up a needle size because why the heck not? It will be fine!
Stage two: Smug satisfaction
Oh yeah. Oh, man this project is awesome. I’m never going to run out of yarn. The yarn will go on for exactly as long as I need it because this project is awesome and I cannot foresee anything going wrong, not never. I will knit and knit and knit until it is finished and hold it triumphant!
Stage three: Doubt
Hmm. I have at least twenty-three rows of over three-hundred stitches left to go with about a eighty yards of yarn left. That’s… probably enough, right? If I squint. Okay, maybe it might be cutting it close because I went up a needle size, but the pattern totally says it’s one that eats every yard you have and you can skip one row if you don’t have enough yarn to risk it, so there’s going to be enough. Probably?
Stage four: Dawning realisation of your idiocy
Crap. I have twenty rows left and about enough yardage for three rows, tops. I should have guessed this would happen before I started the lace bit at the bottom, because at least then I would have been able to switch colours and make it a design feature rather than an awkwardly-cut short shawl. Oh, well. I’ll have to stop part way through the lace repeat and bind off, hoping against hope that it doesn’t look ridiculous. I’m so stupid.
Stage five: Relief
Yes, I failed at yarn chicken. It turns out sheer determination and knitting as fast as you can doesn’t actually make the yarn last longer, which is a thought process many knitters on the edge will understand. Yet somehow, on par with Jesus on my toast, a miracle occurs. My yarn store has some of the same yarn left even though I bought it six months ago. I don’t know if it’s the same dye lot but at this point… who cares? It’s close enough.
See, I told you it would be fine.