Who woulda thunk that there is such a difference from a size 13 to a size 11? Really there is. I began knitting this current shawl with a size 13. It was awkward and tiring and I couldn't knit very long at a time without my fingers getting awkward and stiff. Then I changed over to size elevens. WOW! A BIG difference. I can now knit, knit, knit. My fingers seem to fit and do not tire. No more size 13 -- ever.
Then I decided to get out the needle gauge that I inherited from my mother. A beautiful aluminum, Susan Bates needle guage. Interesting that the smallest size is zero and then the increments are by one -- 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 -- then SURPRISE 10 1/2. Hmm, I wonder why that is. The next size is 11 and then surprise again, 13, then 15, then another surprise 16. I don't see any rhyme or reason for these numbers. I suppose a great deal of thought was put into this many, many eons ago. I can just accept it and be thankful that I have a gauge.
