I’m home with a migraine, so this might be a bit whiny and incoherent (or maybe just more whiny and incoherent than usual) so, um, sorry. But remember the sweater I’ve been working on, like, forever? The one whose sleeve I’ve frogged and reknit about 400 times now? Yeah, that one. I frogged the sleeve again last night. I swear this is turning into some knitterly version of Groundhog Day. Knit half a sleeve. Frog it. Knit half a sleeve. Frog it. Knit half a sleeve. Frog it. Knit half a sleeve. Frog it. I swear, if my clock radio starts playing Sonny & Cher singing “I got you Babe” one morning, I’m going to frog the whole damn thing. It’s cursed.
The sleeve I just frogged was a lot smaller than the last one, but still way too big. I feel like I really don’t know how to design sweaters for the body I have now. I don’t have any sweaters that fit. I have one sweater that almost fits, but it clashes horribly with several of my shirts. I’ve making this sweater in progress specifically to go with those shirts. I have a gray sweater that lives at work; it goes with everything, but it’s now huge on me.
The thing is, I’ve lost another 4 pounds in the last month. So it strikes me that I’ll probably continue to lose weight until my body decides, “Oh, ok. This is the weight I’m supposed to be. Right.” I have absolutely no idea what that weight will be or what size that will be. (You people who got here by googling weight loss, I’m not trying to lose weight. I just switched from lacto-ovo vegetarian to vegan about 6 months ago. I eat a lot of food, but no animal products, except for honey in my tea.) So I’m wondering, not only will this sweater be a lot looser than I planned by the time I ever finish it, but will all of the shirts I planned to wear it with be way too big next fall? Some of them are already pretty loose. Hmm.
I think maybe I should wait a few months to start the Cobblestone sweater. I still need to make a scarf for next winter, and I can never have too many socks…
In the meantime, I started the sleeve again last night, this time picking up fewer stitches. If this doesn’t work, well, you know, I don’t know what I’ll do with it. I’m getting kind of tired of looking at it. I’ve been knitting it for so long, it should be done by now, and I’m getting pissed off at it for being cursed. I know, it’s not its fault that my brain still thinks I’m the size I was years ago, and the yarn is really soft, so I can’t really be mad at it…because it’s soft…and fuzzy… How can you be mad at something soft and fuzzy? Damn.