Project #3: Anarchy Sweater by Anna Zilboorg
I honestly don’t know what to do with this. I seem to pick this sweater up about once a year. Work on it a little bit, and then abandon it. My heart just isn’t into this sweater.
I had already woven in all the ends in the main body of the sweater. I experimented with a lightly ribbed roll collar, but I’m not thrilled with it. The collar and bottom hem would have to come out. Then there are the sleeves.
I think there is just too much guilt in the sweater. I originally bought the yarn for a vest for my step-mother. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with leukemia and died from complications shortly after the diagnosis. (From first feeling that something was off to diagnosis to death was less than 3 months. It was quite a shock to everyone.) After decades of resentment, I finally got to know her as a person, and found that I really liked her. I was hanging on to so much teenager angst that really had no bearing. So, each time I work with this sweater, there is the guilt, of things that might have been.
Last week, I had decided that the best thing is for me to rip it all out. The question of course is what to do with all the little tiny skeins of yarn. I had thought of re-purposing the yarn for a color block blanket.
Then, when I took it out this morning for its photo shoot, I thought, hmm. This isn’t a bad sweater. It would be nice as a layer on those cold days when I am just hanging around in the office in front of the computer or on the couch knitting. At one point, I thought of just plow through the sweater and donate the completed sweater to a homeless shelter.
But, as I write this post, I wonder if I would ever get past the guilt associated with the yarn to (a) complete it, or (b) work it into another project, or (c) even if I completed the project, if I could wear/use it without guilt. But neither can I just throw it away.
So, I offer it up to anyone who might be interested in taking this over, along with all the remaining Jaeger Matchmaker DK that I have associated with this project. I don’t care what you do with it. If you decide to take it off my hands and put it into a garbage can, I don’t care. I just don’t want to know about it.
Grace
That’s funny. I met her while at Cal. She and dad came up to visit me. I liked her from the first meeting. I still cry when I think about her being gone.
You can save me the DK wool. I can always use it for another project.