Posted on | April 1, 2014 | 3 Comments
The saga of the Husband Sweater continues.
On Friday, my husband returned home just as I knit the last possible stitch on his sweater. No, it wasn’t finished, I ran out of yarn as expected and I wish this was the worst part of the story. I wish that I could tell you that even though this particular color of yarn had been discontinued, I managed to order some more from one of the many fine internet establishments that still had a few balls in stock. I then wish I could say that the new yarn arrived in record time allowing me to finish up the sweater and proclaim to all the knitting world that I have conquered the beast that is the husband sweater and it fit perfectly.
But no, that’s not how this went at all.
Even though the sweater was missing a bit of a shoulder, I wanted to get an idea how it was going to fit and put it on him for the first time tonight. That’s when it all went horribly wrong.
Where do I even start? The sleeves were too long, the body was too wide, the muscle area was huge, and forget about the armholes. As a self proclaimed perfectionist, I was this close to the edge. I just stared in disbelief. I couldn’t even bare to add photographic evidence to this post.
While I took a moment or two, he kindly took a seat as I buried my head in the nearest blanket. He then proceeded to make jokes of every kind, some which weren’t meant to be, such as, “is there such as thing as un-knitting?” He might have wondered around the room pretending to be the hunchback of Notre Dame as well.
“You can fix this right?”
Sure, sure I can. It’s called knitting it all over again!
Then as we said goodnight he started singing The Sweater Song by Weezer. I’ll tell ya, if he didn’t have such a great sense of humor and make me laugh, this sweater would be a burnt pile of rubbish by now. And if I didn’t have a sense of humor I wouldn’t be able to say, “well, at least I’ll have enough yarn to finish the next one”