My gift and curse here is that my sense of colour is crap. Along with drawing, it's my major crafty weakness and I often rely on the judgements of others, particularly when I am out of my colour familiars. The good bit about that is that I can be happy with a dye outcome because I don't have rigid ideas about good and bad colours. The bad bit is that setting out to seek the 'perfect' colour or shade is like a blindfolded tightrope walk, I have absolutely no tools or skills in navigating the colour spectrum.
So the problem is that when you are heading into a full size adult garment armed with the knowledge that such pieces are relatively rare and considerable investments, the knitting becomes considerably more angst ridden. The pattern, the yarn, the colour. The desire to make something you are confident will turn out, fit well, look great, get a lot of use, be stunning and a centrepiece...so many boxes to tick!
I was dyeing for the perfect red. So the tomato yarn became burgundy yarn became gothic purple yarn and now that it's all dried it's become a rather appealing mix of darkest aubergine with warm red highlights, purple undertones and inferences of black. I don't think the colours in the picture are exactly spot on (if anyone knows the secret to better colour capture do please let on), but I'm guessing once knit it will look different yet again anyway. The process of drying alone has seriously transformed it already.
The bottom line to it all is that it took a long time and rather a lot of dye and swearing to get here, and here is not where I was heading, but I find it quite agreeable now that I am indeed here.