So I tried it on.
I made this one size too big, mind you. And I swatched.
It was too small.
Like, three sizes too small.
I had worked on that baby for a month and a half.
I was (am) devastated. I was so upset and realized that I would have to rip it out and start over (because I do love the sweater and I do want to wear it). So Saturday night, I started ripping it out (with the help of a Mike's Hard Black Raspberry Lemonade. Or two.).
And that sucker wouldn't rip out.
Apparently I'm really good at weaving in my ends. Ugh.
So I ordered more yarn. I figure I can always rip out the sweater later on if I need more than the 1700 yards I will soon have on hand. I can make a big, cuddly, whoofy sweater. It will be amazing.
And I will wear it.
Because it will fit.
I have never had this experience before. I hope to never have it agian though I know I will. Even those knitters I aspire to be like have those moments.
So Saturday night (after the horrible incident-that-shall-not-be-named), I cast on for a Sleepy Hollow Hat by Irish Girlie Knits to go with these gloves (same designer, same collection):
I love these gloves. They make me feel warm and cozy on the inside. I need warm and cozy. So I'm working on the hat.
And when the hat is done, I will swatch (again) for my sweater.