If there's one thing knitting has taught me (besides how to make too many hats) it's patience. In July, my best friend and fellow knitter decided we should do a knit-a-long together of our first knitted sweaters. Because of very different schedules, and -a-hem- priorities for other things/projects, it was hardly a knit-a-long. I wound up going my merry way while best friend set her's down. I knitted and I knitted, round and round this circle shrug went for months. It was December. I was near the end. It was going as planned, finishing this sweater just in time for the perfect Pennsylvania sweater weather. It seemed particularly huge, and these enormous rounds seemed like they went on forever. I told myself, if it's ugly, this thing is going to be frogged (a term for undo-ing a knitting project. I assume because you're rippin' and rippin'). This yarn was too nice to waste on an ugly sweater. I hoped it would be lovely and well, wearable.. but alas, I was suddenly a cousin of a particular Grouch.
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The bunching.. oh, the bunching. I'm positive I did this correctly, but the fit is just.. well just look.
The height of my enjoyment of this monstrosity came from the collar.
We are kindred spirits.
Within days the yarn was back into it's balled form, cleansed and apologized to for what I put it through. This particular pattern will go unnamed, but has been mentioned on this blog in the past. I'm terribly sorry for what I put you through, Araucania Nature Cotton. You'll be something lovely and not Muppet-like someday.
