Years ago, I promised myself I would never, no NEVER, EVER knit a sweater. You see, the thing is, I really like to knit toys. I went this route because after knitting scarves and bags, cell-phone carriers and even a beret (that took a long time), most of the recipients NEVER, EVER used the things I knit. I don't know where they've put them, but I've never seen them use them. After awhile of this, I decided I would not knit useful items anymore. I would concentrate on toys that would make me feel happy and silly (even in the most stressful and sad and scary moments of my recent life's journey). I promised myself the one thing I would NEVER make would be a sweater ... which always seemed to take an incredible amount of yarn (which means making a major investment) when I could easily purchase a sweater (already made) at any particular store, for about one-third of the cost.
Now that I'm working at the yarn store, I realize I've put myself into the center, yes, the very soul, the core, the hub, the brain, if you will, of sweaterland. The employees, the customers, I venture to guess even the package carriers, all knit sweaters. They bring in their pattern books. They swoon over yarns. They giggle over stitches. They show the photos of new things to me. Oh, they were sneaky, all right. They'd bring in their finished pieces. Nay, they'd wear them, even, showing off their handiwork.
THEN, the terrible day happened when I was shown a sweater pattern that I fell in love with. At that moment, I knew I had fallen. I had slipped over onto the dark side. I knew I had to join SWEATERLAND and knit one. That one. Would you like to see which one it is? Which sweater made me order 15 hanks of yarn??
Here it is: URIAN from the Berroco Pattern Book 279