You know how female bodyshapes are often compared to food? Apple, pear.
Well, I always thought I was a door with a crocheted shopping bag holding two melons from the market:
Yesterday I learned I am not a door with produce hanging of it. If I was I could have succeeded knitting the square back panel of Flower Doily Cardigan and just extend it towards the front.
As it turns out my shoulders are broader than the square at the top and I’m missing a chunk of knitting if I started the sleeves right next to the square. I miss about this much on either side of the square. That’s 5 cm (2 inches) per side:
Which explains why the cardigan WIP did not sit comfortable at all this week. The arm holes were digging in the front.
Yesterday I learned you cannot have a proper look at your back by yourself. You need another knitter to look at the fit and point things out to you and then take pictures when you don’t believe her.
That knitter yesterday was FiberRachel and these are the pictures that proved to me that my upper back is a triangle:
See how the sides of the square veer off towards the front straight from the bottom? It fits at the waist, where my hands are, but not higher.
I am very triangular at the back.
The square needs to go from 22 cm (8,5 inches) at the waist to 38 cm (15″) at the top over a short vertical distance of just 30 cm (11″)
I never knew because my waist is size 36, 78 cm around. At the back it’s about 36 cm (14″) from side seam to side seam. Then comes the mellon-y bit at the front asking for a size 42-44. But the back would continue to be size 36, I assumed. Confirmed by the distance between my shoulder points at the back being 38 cm (15″) —-> “That’s about the same as the 36 cm (14″) at the waist. So straight up then.”
Only it isn’t. Taking the side seam as the edge of the back panel it first has to accommodate the armhole and then the fabric has to give room to the shoulderblades, making the upper back wider. It is not a straight vertical line at all! It’s a triangle.
“You have the upper back of a swimmer!”, Rachel said. A triangular swimmer. How can that be? I never swim! I do happen to carry a pair of melons though…
So I am not a door. A triangle then. On top of a squarish base (I have no waistline, no buttocks, no hips to speak of)
I am this shape:
What is that?!
Ah yes. Food shaped.