My Ugly Babette

If you've read some of the previous posts, you'll remember that at the end of January I was planning my first Babette. I was aided and abetted (or hindered, if you so will) by my dear husband, and I finally just gave up on the colour-tussles and went ahead and DID it with whatever I had at hand. I was aware as I was doing it that it wasn't particularly pretty but I was struck by a fit of bullheadedness and decided to do it anyway.


As you can see, I also refused to block. I never do, anyway. I expect the squares to bend to MY will!

It's finally finished:

Quite frankly, it's hideous. Really horrid. The colours are discordant and not in the least bit harmonious, but it has actually crossed the line and become strangely mesmerising in its ugliness. In fact, it's almost pretty ... and interesting. Anyone I've shown it to recoils at first, then cocks their head sideways and says, "Actually, it's not too bad, is it?"

Sadly, it's not something my Gingerbread SIL would fancy, so it's back to the drawing board (or yarn basket) for me. This time, I think I'll leave the Gingerbread Husband OUT of the planning process and just choose the colours myself. The actual making of the Babette blanket is very exciting: it involves a chart, a table, a pen and a highlighter... all the things that gladden my nerdy little heart. There's nothing I like more than crossing things off a list, and a pattern that involves a lot of colours plus list-crossing is just perfect, in my opinion.



Anyway, no point in dwelling on it. On y va, as the French say: onward and upwards to the next Babette!