It was a good idea. I have four sweaters that are like 75% done. So I finish one each week in January. I was in the homestretch on the Sandy Cardigan. All I need was half the edging and half a sleeve.
I'm running out of yarn. I'm in negotiations on Ravelry to get a smidge more. Mind you, I already eliminated the collar in anticipation of this. The pattern lies. Or is misleading. I don't know. It's late and I'm tired.
So I move onto Juliet. And decide to try her on.
She's too big. And considering that I'm the biggest I've ever been, she ain't gonna fit. I will not grow into her. And yes, I've tried her on before. I don't know. She gained weight with me? Who knows.
So now I'm down to two sweaters that are about mostly done. Mr. Greenjeans and Tomato. Both of which are too small right now. But it's the new year. A good time to walk, and eat healthy, and knit sweaters that are too small? Geesh, I don't know. The more I type it out, the worse of an idea that it seems. What I really want to do is cast something on. Something easy, something happy. But that will kind of mess up my happy finishing plans. Such a bummer. Knitting isn't supposed to be a bummer.
Maybe I'll work on my vintage velvet. Scarves fit no matter what size you are.