It’s a swimmer. She would drown in this. My sister. I’ve been wanting to rework the whole pattern anyway. Shift a few cables. Change some moss to regular reverse stockinette. Alter the stitch count a bit.
I mean, that’s lap blanket size. I’m so glad I stopped to check. It was a feat rolling it all back up. I was actually less broken up about it than my husband and kids. They lamented while I cheerfully set to ripping.
Two balls later, it’s all wrapped up. No more sweater. And the rewrite begins.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 