It's called the Razor's Edge poncho.
I thought it was so cute.
I saw this pattern months ago in the Stitch 'n Bitch Nation book. I've blogged about my issues with the pattern: I couldn't get the lace stitch to line up. Alas, the pattern was wrong in the book. Their errata web page pointed me in the right direction and I've been knitting this thing like a lunatic for weeks, amazed that my lace stitches were looking so groovy.
But then my husband saw my work in progress.
Me, to husband with squished up nose: "What? Don't you like it?"
Husband: "Well. It's not my favorite of what you've done."
Me: "What do you mean? It's cute."
Husband: "It's so old lady."
Me: (to self): "Oh, you just can't see how the final piece will look. It's a poncho. It'll be cute. Really."
I kept on knitting. I finally got to the point where I could put my head in the hole and try on the project that had been consuming me.
And I hated it.
My husband kept making fun of it. "Old lady. Old lady. Old lady."
Where was the cute poncho from the book? What went wrong? Why was this so thing so friggin' ugly? Was it really ugly? Was I just being swayed by my husband? Was I losing my own ability to recognize ugly?
So I showed it to my friend Marissa.
Marissa: "Well...the color is nice."
Thanks. That's like when you ask someone "does my ass look fat in this?" and they reply with, "those are beautiful shoes."
So the Razor's Edge must be ripped out. It's too big. It's too ugly. And by now, I hate the whole idea of it. It's been a week since I've made the decision to rip, so I'm less sickened by all the time and money I've spent on this thing.
But being the yarn ho I am, I've moved on. My new friend is Rowan Plaid. I've got too many waiting projects to get all weepy about an old lady poncho.
Here's a 2x2 ribbed scarf and hat set in progress.
And my first attempt at cables!
So screw that Razor's Edge.
For now it sits in a bag in my closet until I find the energy to rip.