Story of a Sweater

One day, Knitty caused a break in my sanity.  Somehow, I convinced myself I could knit this sweater in two weeks and wear it to Rhinebeck.

Next thing you know, I was hit with a bad cold.  And that, my friends, was very very good.  Because after two days on the couch I had this.



The sweater body was pretty.  So so pretty.  But a little voice inside my head was trying to speak.  Ah, but we all know it’s never good to listen to the voices in your head, right?  I kept on knitting.  I knit the first sleeve.  I started the second sleeve.  It was very tiring work.


Well, it was tiring to K.C., who found it very difficult to watch yards and yards of pretty yarn running from the yarn cake and not be allowed to chew on it!!

And suddenly, I wasn’t knitting.  The second sleeve was only half done as Rhinebeck came and went.   I told myself it was fine, I’d finish the sweater up and wear it to Stiches East.  But still there was no knitting.  I just had no desire to work on the pretty sweater.  So I finally listened to the voices in my head . . . . and this is what they were telling me:

“Girl, it’s not working.  Your swatch lied.  There is no way on Earth that sweater is going to fit you.  Frog it already.  It didn’t take that long to knit - so frog the darn thing and re-knit it in the next size up.  Get out of denial and listen up!!!”

 And now that pretty sweater is nothing but a few newly wound cakes of yarn.  *sigh*

The End.