I made a cardigan for you. Then I ripped it out.
I’m sorry, but I had to. You see, it was crap. I hope you’ll understand. After all, we’ve known each since you were born and I’ve tried to do the right thing by you as much as possible, like when I snuck you into concerts for over 18s or got your ears pierced without asking mum when you were eleven. Remember? I’ve done good things for you!
I was touched when you said you wanted me to make a cardigan for you and that you even knew which one you wanted. You’ve long admired my version of the Chevron Lace Cardigan. It looks, as you know, like this.
You said you wanted black and I obliged. The fact that the Luxury from Bendigo Woollen Mills sat in my cupboard for several months shouldn’t suggest a lack of interest on my part. I’m just a very busy knitter! And your daughter does take up a lot of my knitting related time!
But eventually I got started and things went well. It’s crocheted from the top down and I kept needing to check the arm hole depth on you and each time I did, it wasn’t right, so I waited til the next time I saw you and soon a month had passed.
After a while, I got my butt into gear and began to work seriously on it. Before too long, the body was mostly done. I enjoyed it and found it as easy. I even managed to do the last parts of the body that night we laughed ourselves stupid at the Bill Bailey show. We tried it on you at the pub and I swear it worked. I swear it looked fine and you didn’t say a thing about it feeling weird or not right. So I finished it on the weekend and got on with Alice’s cardigan while it was drying in the winter sun by the back glass door. It was done and I was happy.
But it wasn’t done. It was rubbish. I tried it on once the band was finished and I was mortified. The arm holes were too low and the band was a lumpy, shoddy piece of work. Even Sean looked and said he wasn’t sure it was right.
All that inky black crochet was wasted.
I ripped it out. And I didn’t cry. Against the advice of my brains trust, RoseRed and Drk, I set about working on it right away last night. They said I should work on something for me that night but I thought, no, the horse must be ridden right away. The longer this thing sits around, the more I’ll resent it and as discussed in the post about knitting for Alice, I know it’s important to remember why I’m making something and who it’s for. That, and I’m impatient to get on with something new!
So I’m just asking you to be a little more patient. I’ll have your cardigan for you soon. I think I got the armholes right this time and it’s moments like these I’m really glad of two things. Canberra’s winter isn’t over, and crochet is a lot faster than knitting.