Wednesday, January 12, 2011

tweed of disappointment

This is my destash year. The year I have sworn off buying fibery wonderment. So of course, on New Year's Eve, I got the man sloshed and persuaded him to buy me a cartload of knitpicks. My box of shame arrived in the mail yesterday, and I hid the contents in my stash cupboard like a teenage boy with an armful of smutty manga.

To assuage my guilt, I pulled out the rogue balls of tweed I had somehow acquired, and knocked out a little cabled pullover for the infink. Made it up myself! With no pattern! I am the Top Knitter!

And...


He hates it.

Next time I will knit him a sweater made out of glow-in-the-dark yarn and funfur. He will love me forever.



(If anybody has a child in need of an 18-24m[ish] cotton sweater, let me know.)
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  1. Gayle8:12 AM, January 13, 2011

    Sorry, but I am only interested in the clown sweater because OMGWTFBBQ.

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  2. Holly8:39 AM, January 13, 2011

    And it's on Will Wheaton! For some reason! That one might have to go up on my office wall.

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  3. Jamey9:24 AM, January 13, 2011

    OMG if only that sweater were my size. Where did I put my un-shrink ray?

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  4. T-Dubya7:05 PM, January 13, 2011

    1. I'm pretty sure I just puked in my mouth a little.
    2. Jemaine is the second hottest and funniest Kiwi I know.

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  5. Holly10:25 PM, January 15, 2011

    Leif keeps pointing at the clown sweater and throwing his head back in delight. I forsee a birthday present...

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