Yesterday I described the malevolent creature my sweater project has become. Things have only gotten worse.

I think I can hear it breathing. And last night, there was a scuttling noise.

help me – it’s a Blair Sweater Project

In the comments, Mary Beth agreed that things can and do go haywire in knitting projects. However, she expressed doubts about a sweater’s ability to dial the phone. [word to the wise: these disbelievers are always the ones who end up running through the house with whatever-couldn’t-be-possible hot on their heels]

Here is a copy of my reply:

it has a life and mind of its own. I swear. Last night, I even think I saw gleaming eyes staring out from my knitting bag.

I have started a hat. I consider it a “palate cleanser” while I wait for my bad sweater mojo to calm down somewhat!

E.Z. Ganomy hat in unikat
truth be told, I consider this more than a hat
it’s a freaking exorcism.

holy cow — you guys just love pictures of dogs in bed! If I could get them all to play poker and snap a picture of it, I wonder how many comments I would have?

guess who is laying in bed this morning?

me! and you should be thankful there is no pictorial! it would burn your retinas.

Now before you start thinking about what an easy life I have, let me say that my being in bed is less about luxuriating and more about hiding.

I am hiding from my sweater project.

I am beginning to suspect that this sweater has developed some kind of will of its own and does not want to be knit. I wouldn’t be surprised if this thing made the phone ring and asked me, in a high, scratchy and menacing voice if I were alone in the house. Or if I knew where my children are.

After a great deal of trial and error, I finished the back. I cast on for the front and am knitting away on the K2P3 ribbing. I am thinking that all of my troubles are behind me and isn’t it right and good that I was so particular about the back and how now I will have a fabulous finished product.

It’s a bit too complicated to explain how this next part happened. Suffice to say that there had been some undetected needle confusion. It all has to do with the gauge issues I experienced while knitting the back. It also has to do with my complete lack of short term memory. I was using needles two sizes smaller than I needed! more ripping.

and now I am hiding. It is out in the den.

just waiting for me.