|Caramel Cocoa Rooibois Tea in my Favourtie Cup|
For the rest of the day, the fit of the sweater bothered me. That evening, before knitting, I decided to try it on. Yep, just as I thought. I walked down to Mike and asked him what he thought. Bless him. He has been listening. He looked: ``It has no shape.`` Good man. Not ``you`` but ``it``. And he was right. The combination of that sweater pattern with a chunky yarn did not a good sweater make. I look in the mirror again. I mean, I know I am not greatly endowed but I am pretty sure I am not that flat chested. (Not that I have ever had much of an issue with being on the smaller side. Quite perky, my breasts BC (Before Children). I mean, I admit there have been times when I have wondered how the other half live. One day at the beach might be nice. But enough about my breasts.) Nor am I that straight. Straight and flat-chested. I was not going to spend any more time on a sweater that was going to make me look flat-chested, straight and thick. This sweater is toast.
I gave into the funk. I made tea, grabbed a book and watched TV with Mike. In that book, I found inspiration for the pile of grass green chunky yarn in my possession. And it`s not going to be a sweater.