Y’all know I detest frogging. This time though, it really can’t be helped. At first glance, you may not be able to tell this sweater is totally hugeified. Without anything for prospective it almost looks normal. However, put it on a person and you begin to get the idea. Although I am the model, this sweater was not for me. It’s for Jim (who, in case you’ve forgotten is a 6′ 4″ hunk of a man). He may be of great height but Jim is thin. He was even thin when I started this sweater (um, a year ago) and I promise he hasn’t lost weight. He even tried the body on for me after I had a few inches done (it’s was knit in the round) and everything was fine. I think there must be knitting gnomes that get really pissed when you leave perfectly good sweaters languishing for months at a time. These gnomes (KNomes???) get in your knitting bag and do whatever they can to take the piss on you (I’ve always wanted to use that phrase. They say it in London all the time and although here it may sound a little vulgar, there is is about the equivalent of “darn” here. Blood Brits! They’re just brilliant.)

I thought of everything imaginable to try to prevent the frog here. Felt it and it would probably shrink down enough to fit me??? Steeks (it really does look pretty cute on me if it was quite a bit smaller)???  I really just can’t chance it with this yarn though. Not only is is a lovely 100% variegated wool that is PERFECT for Jim, it also has sentimental value. I bought it in Italy and hauled it around for days in a separate little pack just so I could bring it home. Unfortunately for me, this poor sweater is definitely destined for the pond. I’m so sick about the whole thing I can’t possibly start ripping yet. Hopefully it won’t be another year before I can look at it again.