Utility Versus Time Invested.
I am ripping out the sweater -- The Sweater, the beast I've been working on for almost a year.
First of all, I really don't believe it's going to fit. I still think, despite my care and my swatch making, that it will be too big in the neckline. I know it fits under the arms (I tried it on), but the neckline was almost off the shoulder. Why I didn't frog it then, I don't know. It was obvious that something was way off, since I only had to do about 2/3 of the required increases for my size. I won't wear a neckline that wide, it's as simple as that. Also, it's a pullover and I don't even own any pullovers -- not a one. I don't wear them. What the hell was I thinking?
The only thing keeping me going was the psychology of previous investment. (If you've never heard the term, look it up.)
In the end, would it be better to have spent endless hours on an ill-fitting and unworn garment? Or to admit defeat and start over with something that will actually be useful to me?
I'm choosing the second path, as awful as it may be. But in the end I will have a nice, soft, climate-suitable cropped cotton cardigan -- that fits.
But I'm still probably going to cry...
Labels: Craft Related Trauma, Knitting







