MISTY MOUNTAINS JUMP
Here is additional info to make a shawl between the Small size and the Large size. I call it “The Misty Mountains Jump” because it allows you to jump from a row between Row 41 and Row 55 directly to the Final Edging Row. The row before the Final Edging Row should contain a multiple of 12 + 1 sts, so here are the additional st increases you would need to do to force a row to end with a multiple of 12 + 1 sts:
Row 41 has 343 sts, so add 6 more for 349 (29X12 + 1)
Row 42 has 349 sts so is already good to go (29X12+ 1)
Row 43 has 355 sts, so add 6 more for 361 (30X12 +1)
Row 44 has 361 sts so is already good to go (30X12 + 1)
Row 45 has 367 sts so add 6 more for 373 sts (31X12 + 1)
Row 46 has 373 sts so is already good to go (31X12 +1)
Row 47 has 379 sts so add 6 more for 385 (32X12 + 1)
Row 48 has 385 sts so is already good to go (32X12 + 1)
Row 49 has 391 sts so add 6 more for 397 (33X12 + 1)
Row 50 has 395 sts so add 2 more for 397 (33X12 + 1)
Row 51 has 401 sts so add 8 more for 409 (34X12 + 1), or instead subtract 4 sts for 397 (33X12 + 1)
Row 52 has 407 sts so add 2 more for 409 (34X12 + 1)
Row 53 has 415 sts so add 6 more for 421 (35X12 + 1)
Row 54 has 421 sts so is already good to go (35X12 + 1)
Row 55 has 425 sts so add 8 more for 433 (36X12 + 1), or instead subtract 4 sts for 421 (35X12 + 1)
If you want to jump to the Final Edging Row from one of the above rows which requires you to add more than the original instructions, then you should add half the additional stitches on one side and the other half on the other side, at the very edges and/or at the sides of the center.
Deep in the stream, beyond the rushes, where icy depths the birdsong hushes
Beneath the twisting Withywindle I swam alone as long years dwindled.
‘Til in the cool and splashing water he lured and caught the River’s daughter
And then he claimed me as his wife, to live with him for all my life.
He is the Master of the Wood, of Barrow-Wights, of bad and good,
And I am Mistress of the Weather, and we preserve our world together
To revel in the rain and sun, to sing in harmony as one,
To calm your fears with song and laughter, watch over Middle Earth hereafter.
The plots of Men and Dwarves and Elves are deadly games they play themselves
For glory, power, and perilous things, for Golden Crowns and Magic Rings.
Our cares are for the Woods and Water, not for the screaming battle-slaughter.
Yet still we watch and still we listen while in the dew the leaves still glisten.
So rest, dear Hobbit, while you may, but when you leave at break of day
And from safe pathways you must part, take a care to guard your heart
Lest lust for Evil Rings of Power at journey’s end your soul devour
And when you gain what you desire, you lose yourself in Mount Doom’s fire.