The Cardigan Refused to Be Finished Part 1

To those who know me well,  you know that I do not often knit for other people. I am not like most knitters in the sense that I have very little desire to knit things that I must give away. I like to knit for my own enjoyment and my own pleasure. Knitting is extremely special to me, and when I have to knit for other people, a few things happen that make it less than pleasurable. 

1. I usually have to finish it by a deadline like a birthday or some other gift-giving holiday

2. I have to make the garment extremely specific to the recipient. This means everything from color choice to sizing.

3. If I make a mistake, then I mess it up for someone else who, unlike me, will probably not wear it in spite of the glaring error.

With that said, there is one person in my life who I will knit for regardless of what she asks for or what I burden myself with on her behalf: my sister. Indeed, I cannot quite explain the strange lack of distaste when it comes to creating comfy fiber things for her, but that is the way of it. So, when her graduation from college came rolling around I decided I wanted to do something really special for her. I decided to make her a sweater. Not just any sweater, the sweater of her dreams. What that turned into was one of the most arduous knitting journeys that I have ever embarked upon in my young existence.