Reason 1, the selfish:
I knit a fitted set-in sleeve, without a pattern or even premeditation, which properly fits not only the armhole of the sweater, but my own body.
Some background: this particular sweater has been on the needles for nearly a year, and projects that linger tend to acquire weight - as in, unwelcome burden sort of weight. Something that seemed delightful and fun in the beginning becomes questionable: is this really going to work? Is it going to look as good or be as comfy as I thought? This sweater was in the throes of such doubt, purely as a result of too much time languishing in a basket and being passed up for fresher projects. So the success of this sleeve, the utter surprise of nailing it, redeems both this sweater and my confidence in my knitting.
Now I just have to do it again.
Reason 2, the global:
These children in Gaza.
A few of them are wearing hats I made.
(bring your tissues)
Now I just have to do it again.
Reason 2, the global:
These children in Gaza.
A few of them are wearing hats I made.
(bring your tissues)
