The sweater that sat half done for years is complete and I don’t really feel anything about it. I mean, I like it. I’m proud of it. But I just moved on to the next unfinished project.
My daughter tried it on and her only request was to make the collar smaller. I said no problem and sewed it up this morning so she could wear it to school. It definitely warms my heart to see her joy.
So the body was crocheted years ago. I had about a couple inches of the front to finish when I stuck it in a dark corner. Several frustrating attempts later it was done and I sewed the pieces together. The sleeves gave me so much grief I banished it again.
Since my latest creation was in need of a timeout I decided this problem child could be the distraction I needed. Instead of dealing with the crochet stitch that made me crazy, I decided to knit the sleeves. I found a stitch pattern that I altered to mimic the crochet one and set to work. I began to realize I didn’t have enough yarn, but figured there’d be more at the store because I had just bought it. Nope.
I found a similar shade and continued. I just wanted it done and off my list. My middle kid is quite the crafter and really appreciates what I make her. She was happy with the two purples so I could live with it.
She’s thrilled. I’m happy to have it finished. I’ve got one other sweater I’m trying to get done and then maybe I’ll be ready to work on my sister’s cardigan once more.