A Grass Green Funk

Yesterday was a funk of a day.  The sun was shining, the snow was melting and I was in a funk.  I had ideas in my head, things I wanted to do but my body just didn't want to do anything.  I did manage to volunteer in Quinnie's class in the morning and it was a lot of fun.  But after that I floundered.  So I headed home for tea and a little knitting.

Caramel Cocoa Rooibois Tea in my Favourtie Cup

I worked on a sweater for myself.  It's the first sweater I have knit for myself in almost two years.  A simple sweater in a beautiful grass green in a chunky yarn.  The chunky yarn meant this sweater was knitting up quickly and I was looking forward to having a new sweater when the weather warmed up just a bit.  With just the sleeves left to knit, I could have a new sweater by the weekend.  The construction of the sweater allowed me to try it on as I was knitting.  Yep, not too snug.  Falls at the right place on my hips but . . . nope, don`t judge it until it is finished.

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.