Yes, folks, it was an exciting Sunday afternoon.
I spent most of it turning this:
For the record, that's: one shawl, in my own handspun alpaca-silk, that just really wanted to be something else; the back of a cardigan, from my "novelty yarn" phase (now in the destash pile); the front and back of a pullover I started for my son about three years ago, before he announced he hated the pattern (I started over and made a completely different pullover out of the same yarn, but never did frog the first one); and the front of a pullover in (Hello? Did you forget you're a REDhead?) magenta wool.
Oh, yes. And this:
Do you remember the drama of the round yoke cardigan? The one I knitted and ripped about eight times in an effort to make the yoke work? The one I finally got going, only to discover, after the whole body was done, that it measured roughly 42" around? Oh. I didn't tell you that part, did I? I was pretty disgusted with the whole thing by then, since even I know that 42" (the circumference of the sweater) minus 35" (the circumference of my chest) = way to freakin' big! It's been in time out in the yarn closet for a while. Now it looks like this:
As a rule, I don't mind frogging failed projects, since, as far as I'm concerned, it's like getting free yarn (and besides, having no trace of a project in evidence makes it much easier to deny it ever existed). I have to admit, though, this one stung a little bit. I'm consoling myself with thoughts of all the lovely things I can do with this fantastic yarn.