Dear Designer of Cardigan,
Last night I said some things. I said some hurtful things. About you and about your ability to design. I made fun of your ability to produce a proper gauge. I laughed at your expense. I was upset, you see. Upset because I couldn’t get the same gauge as you. I tried three different needle sizes. I made substantial sized swatches with each. I cursed you because after all that, I still couldn’t get the right gauge.
Your gauge: 26 sts and 37 rows = 4 inches on US4 needles with sport weight yarn.
I picked out some DK weight (which is only slightly heavier than sport weight) and grabbed my size 5’s because I was nervous about creating too dense of a fabric (since I’m a tight knitter). I had 26 sts = 4.75 inches. So I did the next logical thing: moved up a needle size… three times. “Why is my swatch getting bigger?! How are you getting your gauge?!” I cursed and screamed to the heavens and shook my fist violently in the direction that I assumed you were located. Then I realized, that’s not right. Turns out, I’m the idiot. Want more stitches per inch? Go down a needle size.
So you see, that was my bad. And I’m sorry I got mad at you for my own stupidity. Turns out, I’m not so good at math and logical reasoning when I’ve been drinking.
I humbly apologize and take back everything I said. You’re a great designer and I love this cardigan. You’re right and I’m wrong. Let’s hang out sometime and I’ll buy you a drink.