Perfection.

Something I have yet to attain, nor see in my immediate future.  Pretty darn good, I know a lot about.  The latest project was conceived as a knit along with my girlfriend and since I had yarn searching for a project, I paired them up and cast on. 


Needless to say this one made me think. 

Middle medallion was actually done rather quickly, star transforming before my eyes.

The outer band was another beast entirely.

"Knit until it fits around" is not my favorite term.  A quick Google search on finding circumference refreshed my high school math skills and gave my goal number.

After some chart memorization techniques that would've come in handy about 52 inches earlier, it began to fly.

Perfect would've been the cotton it called for, I used wool.

Perfect would've been all cables crossed correctly, instead I once went right when I should've gone left.  Realization too far along to care.

Perfect would've been a nice seamlessly, tight kitchener.  I can barely spell kitchener I'm impressed I thought to do it at all.

Perfect would've read the pattern to see an additional seam needed before joining all pieces.  As usual, I dove right in to get 'er done.

But in the end, it is me.  Thank you my friend for doing this one too, commiserating along the way is half the fun.  You'll be done before you know it, two imperfect friends, happily looking over the faults.