I interrupt your anticipation for more pictures of my bargain linens motherlode to present a sweater that had been languishing in my cardigan drawer.
Three years ago, I reported the completion of this kimono sweater:
What I didn't release was the photo of its disappointing sleeves.
Bat wings. Bingo wings. Whatever you call them, I called them unwearable and proved it by not slipping an arm through either one of them from then until now because, now, they look like this:
I frogged (unraveled) the sleeves and picked up half the stitches I did before to reknit them.
Now I won't scoop up small mammals when I walk by.
Such as this one in the larger picture…
I know, the sweater looks HUGE. And it is, but not awkwardly so. Some of the width contributes to the drop-sleeve look. The thing I shake my head at now is the collar. So FESTIVE, huh? This is my first sweater, the one I started first, anyhow. I started and finished a second sweater before this one, but both sweaters were predominantly black. I happened to be in mourning at the time, and colors were a challenge for me for a long time. Knitting itself was more of a therapy than creative outlet, so I won't take responsibility for color selection; there's just no accounting for it.
In the privacy of my own home, however, I will wear my bright vestment sweater. At least it's not as ungainly as a Snuggie.
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