Friday, May 26, 2017


I hate my washing machine.

It has a setting for "handwash." I thought I could set it and it would fill with water and STOP so I could handwash a sweater I just finished. I just finished after months of working on it, after having to do the first sleeve two times because it didn't turn out right...

but no. The washer kept going and I sat here at my desk completely oblivious to the fact that the sweater was getting STRETCHED OUT terribly.

I jumped up thinking OH SHIT THE WASHER IS WASHING and by the time I got it stopped, the fucking sweater was huge. So I threw it in some hot water and then in the dryer for a little bit. Okay so far. A few more minutes and it's fucked. It's totally too small now and it's for someone who is over 6 feet tall. It's already a very late birthday present and I feel like a GIANT FUCKING FAILURE.

It was SO pretty. It was the first thing I ever made for my second kid - son number 1. He was 9 when I started knitting and he was growing so much that I wasn't prepared mentally to make him something he wouldn't wear for as long as it took me to make it.

Then I found this pattern and thought "WOW! That would look so good on Kid2." And I found the perfect yarn in a really dark green and thought "WOW that would look so good on Kid2."

and it's ruined.

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