Remember the Gatsby Girl?
That sweater, which upon washing, grew in size and broke my little heart? (Curses, gauge and superwash!! That’ll learn me to wash my swatches, won’t it?)
Yeah, that one…
Well, after several months balled up at the back of my wardrobe, the pendulum of it’s fate vacillating between ripping it out or consigning it to an oubliette for eternity, a glimmer of hope emerged. It may not fit me, but perhaps it would fit someone, right? I invested too much good knitting to have it go to nought. So the other night I threw it into my bag as I headed over to the PP.
Turns out that I knit Gatsby Girl in the perfect size, for Jennifer at least!
(Even better, the Purl carries the brand of yarn from which I knit it!)
I still love that sweater. It makes me very happy that now, someone else can too!