Welp, it’s that time. I’ve already declared to the world that I’m going to knit this thing in September, so I have to get ready in August.
Half that battle is finding my materials.
Under my bed, in the back hidden behind boxes, is a small vintage suitcase. In it lies the bane of my existence.
Is that too heavy-handed? I’m not so sure. Two years of constant irritation feels like enough to call it a bane.
So how much of this sweater do I have to work with?
Oh my god! Look at that! That’s like… half a sweater. It looks like I was even up to the arm hole shaping. The mere idea of ripping this out feels like ripping the worlds biggest band-aid off my eyeball. Oh wait, that’s just some baby tears because I’m crying.
It’s so incredibly gross and covered in dust and cat hair right now – Bekah, I promise I’ll wash this before I send it to you – but it’s still so much farther along than I remember!
But lo! What is this?
At the very bottom of my suitcase, hidden and forgotten is my pattern. What. The. Hell.
I’ve been looking for this for months!
It has no less than 6 sticky notes on it, but it looks like I even marked my spot! Does this mean I don’t have to rip it out? LOOK AT ALL THAT SWEATER!
After some very intense detective work, I managed to not only conclude that I had done it right, but also found my spot! You know what that means? I don’t have to start over. I have a huge chunk of sweater to work with. I AM GOING TO KNIT A SWEATER!
I might be able to do this after all…