And thus began my challenge....and my folly.
I got a pattern from a friend of mine who had an Aran book; I found some traditional-style, cream colored yarn (75% acrylic, 25% wool; I was making this for my brother as a Christmas present and he is 18 and cannot be trusted to take care of a 100% wool sweater); and I continued on my quest.
After a few false starts, plus blood, sweat, tears, and a great deal of cursing, I finished the back section of the sweater and started the sleeves (I generally try to make sleeves at the same time. Not only do I hate sleeves, knitting them at the same time ensures they are the same length). It was early to mid-June at this point and I had other projects waiting and I couldn't face the blasted thing any more.
So I took a break. I made other things, I cross stitched, which I had not done in a long time, and I generally put off THE sweater.
However, the summer couldn't last forever and I still wanted to give the sweater to my brother for Christmas. So I picked up where I left off. I finished the sleeves. Which made me feel pretty good about life.
But then it was September and I got some pretty yarn for my birthday that I wanted to play with and I found a few other things along the way... I put off THE sweater again.
Well, now I was really pushing it. The dratted thing needed to get done. So I sucked it up. I buckled down and finished the stupid thing.
I've never been so proud of anything in my life.
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