Last night was supposed to be my writing class. I got a call a few hours before it was to start that it would be moved back a week.
So not wanting to let time go to waste I grabbed my knitting needles and tried to finish my February Lady’s Sweater. I am short 3/ 4 of the last row on the one sleeve.
This was my first attempt at knitting a sweater for myself. Not that I don’t like to knit sweaters, I do. I don’t look good in sweaters. Few short fat people do. Add to this the fact that I am well endowed and it makes knitting a sweater to fit a nightmare.
I fought this battle with a smile on my face because this sweater was just too cute to pass up. I had three restarts and I fought on. I fixed and fussed with it for weeks.
I tried it on without the needles last night. I looked like a poorly packed sack of potatoes. It’s not the sweaters fault. You can see for yourself that it looks quite nice in the picture even thought it hasn’t been blocked yet.
I will box it and retry to knit it again in a smaller size, in a year or two, after I loose say thirty pounds.
Love the sweater but not the body I made it for.