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Way back when I was in school, I decided to knit myself a black sweater. I worked hard and finished the back and half of the front. For some reason, it got stuffed in the back of the closet. I revisited it one night when I couldn’t sleep. I knitted feverishly (maybe literally??) and completed the front – with the gauge way off from the back – think 1/3 smaller and you have the idea. I ripped it out and stuffed it into the closet. Some years later, after knitting my three year old a sweater, I went to my mother’s and dug out the old sweater. I decided to start over again. I knit an up-size of the one I’d knit for my child. Everything was right except that I didn’t realize that the gauge was in St and not in pattern and it was way too small for me. I finished it and gave it away for a Christmas present but in process ran out of black yarn and had to make a burgundy stripe across the chest so as to have enough yarn. I bought new yarn and cast of to make myself a black sweater vest. I had to fuss with the neckline three times before I got it right and it fit. Then I lost a huge amount of weight and I had to give it away. Couldn’t bear to rip it out. I ordered new yarn. This was an eco-wool and supposed to be black. It was dark chocolate brown. I knit it up anyway and it is a nice sweater but not black. Ordered more yarn. This is really black. Coal black. The body is on a long circular needle and one sleeve is ready to join. The other sleeve is an embryonic cuff. It has been 95° every day and this is not conducive to having wool on the lap. Will I ever knit myself a black sweater which fits in the long term and I like???
Maybe not a terribly tragic knitting disaster but I still don’t have a self-knit black sweater that fits properly.
i have two, i was knitting on an online KAL and had had a couple of cakes of yarn for awhile that i felt the urge to stash dive for and use.(being good to my pocket book) The second cake had more breaks than ever! I lost count on the number of splices i had to make, literally dozens in the one cake! Along with the beading on this shawl it took forever, but i did get the skein used and knit, the shawl is lovely, but if not for being stubborn (and frugal)… i would have thrown it out the window.
My second knit project was to make a shawl. The pattern did not show measurements, just xsmall to large. Well, being a chesty girl i made the large size. This shawl had to have more yarn purchased for it twice! The end result cost 100.00 and seriously could be a tree skirt at xmas. It ended up huge! Could not even think of it staying on my shoulders…. this will someday be frogged but for now, i like to just softly laugh about it.
To date: I had a project. It was socks, it was little, it went everywhere. I’d just heard of self-patterning yarn, and had gotten it at a little yarn shop while on vacation somewhere up the California coast. I come back from one of my daughter’s friend’s house. Unknowing to me, the nice round hand-wound ball (I hate center-pull skeins to work from) didn’t quite make it into the car. As best as we can tell, it totally unwound all the way down the road and all I was left with was about 10 yards. I haven’t done socks from a pattern since then.