I have come to a bad place with The Princess’s sweater and I don’t really want to talk about it.
I don’t want to talk about lying gauge swatches, gross miscalculations, and the kind of denial that only a knitter can understand. (The denial is the worst part. “I can just block it out” is such an obviously bad omen and yet I fall victim to it time and again.)
I don’t want to talk about that stupid pattern that, no matter how hard I try, will not produce a sweater that will fit my four year old.
I don’t want to talk about the kind of procrastination that sees me preferring to wash dishes rather than knit.
So, since a picture is worth a thousand words, I will sum up this whole debacle with this image. This, my Dears, is the second sweater sitting atop the first sweater.
That’s right, Folks! They are the same, super-small, size. The blue one might even be smaller! AAAAAAHHHHHH!
See why I don’t want to talk about it?
Instead, let us talk about the sweater that I started knitting for The Princess this weekend.
There. That is better. The makings of a sweater that not only promises to fit, but is easier and less fiddly to knit. I am also certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will have more than enough yarn to finish it.
Alas, now The Princess is saying, “But Mama, I wanted a pink sweater!” Sigh
I don’t want to talk about it.