I promised a finished object. There is none.
Or actually, there was one, finished, modeled, photographed, complimented. It did not look bad; some said it looked quite good.
But it was not what I wanted.
I thought I would live with it anyway.
Then something occurred to me. If I will not purchase something that is not perfect and does not make my heart sing why on earth should I settle for less with things I have made? I should not.
What was finished is no more. The sweater has been unknitted. The yarn will be washed and dried and rewound into balls.
In time the sweater will be reborn. The same pattern; the same yarn. Perhaps better decisions will be made the second time around. Would that we could always have second chances.
