Last night was a frogging night. I knit up a good 6 inches on the sleeves of the Suede sweater, then got a nagging suspicion that I was not increasing fast enough to taper the sleeves up. Although I was mightily tempted to just continue on and hope for the best, in my heart of hearts I knew this was the old me talking, the one who never made a sweater that fit in her life. Firm in my resolution not to be that knitter any more, I put one of the sleeves on a string, took it off the needles, and tried it on. Sure enough, halfway from the wrist to the elbow it became totally snug. Not large enough.
So, I ripped it back. Not all the way, the first 3 inches or so were okay, but I ripped out all I had done last night. It hurt. But I keep thinking of how good it will feel when I finish the sweater and it fits. Patience, knitters, patience.
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