Starting over

Not long ago I unravelled the first garment I ever knitted. And, much to my surprise, I wasn’t at all sad about it.

The poor ill-fitting cardigan had hung in my wardrobe, unworn and unloved, for the best part of three years. Every now and then I’d feel guilty for not wearing it and try it on again, in the hope that it would have magically changed shape and I’d be thrilled at how great it looked. It never had, and I never was.

So I came to the conclusion that the best thing I could do was give the yarn a second chance. I unpicked a loose end and started pulling, and a few hours later I had a large pile of yarn and a strange sense of relief.

Goodbye Peggy Sue… hello Lime Soda. Still a summer cardi with short sleeves and simple patterning, but this time I’ll get it right. And if not? Well, third time’s the charm.