A Sweater Curse of My Very Own

The “sweater curse” encompasses more that just boyfriends, you know. There is a small-print addendum to it which states that when you are frantically trying to finish a sweater for *yourself* (usually to wear to a special occasion or event), something will inevitably go ka-blooey.

This is the back of . I’d hoped to wear her on Saturday to our local fiber fair, and I might have even managed to achieve that goal, were I not making her, well, HUGE. *sigh* In retrospect, I’m glad I didn’t press on, because the yarn I’m using (Beaverslide Worsted) has a tendency to lose stitches and gain rows when washed. I have a second chance now to be a little more thoughtful in my calculations and plan of attack. Still, defeat smarted at the time.

Then, I transferred my hopes to another sweater, one which would involve less sweltering at the fair: (late to the party, I know). I thought I could whip her up in a week or so, only to discover that I’m a bit overly optimistic about my knitting speed. Two false starts set me back even further (not entirely my fault — I distracted by the accents of ).

So, I won’t have a new sweater for the fair, but hopefully — with a little more care and attention on my part — I’ll later end up with two I love.  I suppose that’s all what it’s about anyway, right? 

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