Saturday, April 11, 2015
This sweater is a metaphor for my life right now.
It was supposed to be a Christmas sweater for my baby girl, which then turned into a potential St. Valentine's Day sweater, which ultimately became a "please still fit and good thing Spring is pretty chilly here" sweater. It's still not really finished, but I'm calling it done. Like so many things in my life at this moment, I'm learning to accept good enough when I see it.
This sweater is filled with little mistakes (I actually tried to remember the mistakes I made while knitting the first arm so that I could duplicate them in the second. Ha!). Little mistakes, but good lessons.
I have this irrational fear that while out and about, someone (some mythical one) will be appalled at the incomplete collar and the fact that one sleeve is a half inch longer than the other, and will admonish me to please not dress my sweet baby in such a way. This is the same mythical someone, by the way, whom I also fear will show up on my doorstep with a shaking-of-the-head "tsk, tsk, tsk" at the current state of my house.
This sweater took such a long time to complete, with unanticipated hurdles and frustrations and even thoughts of abandonment altogether. And really, it looks nothing like the pattern said it would. But, in the end, it really is still beautiful. Beautiful, messy, honest, unfinished...Like life - yes.