For those of you who aren't on Ravelry let me explain what an UGH is. When you post a project on Ravelry you can rate it. The lowest happiness rating is called an UGH. These projects are ones that didn't live up to their knitter's expectations in a major way. Some of them are hilarious. Socks that two feet could fit into, a onesie knit for a boyfriend that didn't quite work out, a mismatch of yarn and project, a pattern that was riddled with errors, for these reasons and many more a project can end up with this label.
Now I need to go back in time, about eight years if my memory is correct. I started knitting a sweater called Ribby Cardi. Looking back I'm not sure exactly why I started knitting this sweater. It has all the elements of a sweater that usually have me running for the hills trying to get far, far away from it. It is knit in five separate pieces, meaning there are five pieces to sew together. In this case they aren't just sleeves, they are raglan sleeves meaning there is a lot more seaming required than usual. Plus, and here is the real deal killer, this sweater has a zipper that needs to be sewn in. I despise sewing in zippers. Not only did I start knitting a sweater that had finishing details that would make a trip to the dentist for a root canal look like a more pleasant way to spend one's time, I had purchased cheap yarn to knit it with.
All of this meant that after knitting both fronts, the back and one sleeve I stuffed it in a bag and shoved it to the very back of a closet. Because if I finished that second sleeve I would then be faced with all of that finishing work I so despise. Fast forward to this spring. I was listening to a Knit British podcast and Louise made the wise suggestion to go through your stash and look at your unfinished projects. Then make a decision. Either rip it out or finish it. Those of you who aren't knitters might think this would be obvious, but to those of us who are knitters, well, I guess you could say we live in a state of unwarranted optimism as far as our projects go.
So I started thinking about that sad, neglected Ribby Cardi crumpled in a heap at the back of my craft closet. I eventually pulled it out and gave it some long, hard thought. In the end I decided to finish it. After all, it was almost done. Well, at least the knitting portion. And I did like the look of the sweater. And I don't own a single cardigan. Like so many other dreaded tasks, finishing the second sleeve wasn't nearly as bad as I had imagined it would be. In a few short nights it was complete and I was feeling pretty good about my knitterly self.
Those feelings did not last. I will spare you the trials and tribulations of trying to find a matching two-way zipper, which resulted in an order to an online zipper store. And I won't bore you with the details of installing that zipper. After all, there's not much of interest that can be said about FIVE hours of my life spent inserting the stupid thing. Which, I should add, looks like a five year old did it. Nor will I go on about sewing in raglan sleeves. I will leave it at this. Never. Again.
Of course, it all would have been worth it had I been left with something that was wearable.
It doesn't look bad from the side.
It's passable from the back.
But from the front, all I have to say is UGH. I have a category of my wardrobe, much larger than it probably should be, that I think of as my dog walking clothes. This doesn't even qualify for that. It's going directly to the thrift shop, and I will just have to accept the fact all those hours of seaming and putting in that blasted zipper are hours of my life I will never get back.
Happily, there have also been some non-UGH things this past week. Alexandra and Josh came down for a visit.
And Rebekah and Ella were out his week for a few days while Anton was in San Francisco for work.
Some goslings have hatched down at the pond.
And now I am heading to Victoria to meet my new grandson Oliver, and to see my sweet Lucy. I hope you have a great weekend!