Dad leaves the country tonight, but he left our house on Monday.
With him went the knitted sweater. Yes. I made it. Kinda of.
There are ends. Ends a plenty. I hope Mum doesn’t mind too much. She’ll probably do a better job at weaving them in anyway.
She’s smaller than me. Doesn’t have the wide shoulders, and not as tall. But she can’t be as small as this jacket. There is no way it is going to fit, especially at the arm holes, and certainly not over something. You know, like a jacket should.
I swatched. I got gauge. I finished in time (ish).
I copied the pattern to go over it again when I feel up to realising the mistake I made. The only thing I’m thinking is that I missed a repeat in the armhole shaping. But on all 5 pieces?
As you can see, I don’t really want to talk about it.
…and I’m still waiting for the miracle that it will fit and she loves it.