Why, you may ask?
I finished my Sirdar Yo-Yo Pullover and I really, really, I mean really, don't care for it at all. As a matter of fact, I would go so far as to say that I really, really and I mean really hate it.
It would be okay if I had made it smaller. It would be okay if it weren't so darned pink. It would be okay if I started to think as the knitter I know I am capable of being, as opposed to a woman who has a problem knowing what the hell size she really is.
It would still just be okay, though. It isn't the sort of pattern I would have normally even considered for myself. My husband even said several times that it wasn't my style. So, why did I go ahead and make the decision to make this garment? Well, I got caught in the moment of, gee, how can you make a sweater out of one giant 400g ball of yarn that self-patterns?
Or, in more believable terms, I was a dork.
So, here is the finished disaster...
I'm so embarrassed.
I hang my head in shame.
It is times like these that I swear I will only knit socks and shawls for the rest of my life.
Now I'm going to recuperate.
Keep on knitting...
11 hours ago