Some of you may possibly remember the great facebook Which Cardigan Shall I Knit In My Summer Holidays debate?
In a moment of insanity*, I cast on for Dahlia. Yes, that cardigan with the charming and compelling back, but inexplicably bizarre frontage. I actually have no words to describe how much I hate the finished object. I include the sequence of photographs below, charmingly shot by my daughter, to explain. I think my facial expressions say it all. (You should all know how much I loathe both the process and results** of having my photograph taken, and practically never appear on the wrong side of the lens, but in the public interest I think I should show How Knitting Can Go Horribly Wrong. Particularly when you ignore that nagging voice which warns you it’s not going well…)
I don’t think it even deserves a post mortem. I have not yet quite decided what to do with it. I still love the back, but am not willing to proceed through life in reverse for the sake of my knitwear, and fear that the extensive reconstructive surgery needed to salvage the back whilst reshaping the fronts would probably fail.
*Well, no, now I think about it, it was not insanity at all, it was grief, pure and simple. I’d spent the day at a friend’s funeral; I don’t do sad very well, and I NEEDED distraction like you wouldn’t believe… from that point of view, it was an entirely successful project.
**Though I must say I like my hair colour. It’s different from the back, who knew..?