purlingswine

Some fellow bloggers are taking to the confessional. Wool & Words and The Knitty Gritty are cleansing their knitting spirit and airing their dirty laundry. Their ‘sins’ involve yarn purchases. Personally, I don’t feel too guilty about yarn purchases – although that tune may change when I get back from Rhinebeck. But it was weighing on their minds and now they feel better. And if it makes you feel better then I say confess away. (is it a sin to take such a hedonistic view of confession?)

My knitting transgression is much darker. It goes beyond cash value. It smacks of poor judgement, impatience, pride, anger and sloth. I may end up burning in hell.

Many year ago, I was working on a sweater for daughter #1. It was a pullover with some funky fish designs. I had made some poor color choices. I had failed to swatch.

I knit the back and most of the front. Things were not looking good – it was too big and it was ugly. I despaired.

I tend to be a one project at a time type of person. I was so fed up with this sweater that I turned away – I turned away and knit nothing for more than a year simply because I couldn’t stand the fish sweater.

I shunned knitting.

Winter came and I bought the girls mittens. A baby shower gift was store bought. I even went so far as to pack my knitting bag away into the back of a closet.

Finally something snapped and I decided to take action. This was ridiculous and had gone on long enough!

Did I finish the ugly sweater? Did I frog it and make good use of the yarn? Did I donate it to a knitting for charity organization?

I did none of these things.

I threw the whole thing out. Right into the trash.