This darn thing was a year in the works. I started it off way too small and would not accept the truth for 6 inches. When I finally ripped out my progress, it took me a long time to cultivate the motivation to try again. But the eyes of this bearded man would light up whenever I spoke about the brown sweater I wanted to make for him, and since the heart of a knitter cannot help but be charmed by the prospect of an appreciative recipient, I cast on again in November.
The beast, she is finished. And the bearded one is content. And we mustn’t dwell on the things that aren’t perfect (the fact that the ribbing at the bottom is a bit loose, for example), because we have reached our goal. And, miracle of miracles, this knitter can now move on to something that isn’t miles and miles of brown stockinette!