Knitting reflects life. It has its ups, its downs, its joys, its sorrows, and its setbacks.
I had actually completed Opera Sweater in time to wear it to a baby shower last Saturday. Even though I discovered (too late) that one sleeve had grown mysteriously bigger than the other, I was willing to bite the bullet and live with it. I was really happy with the fit and look of the finished product (well, except for the monstrous arm), and was in the process of grafting the underarm seam (only 8 stitches - what could go wrong) when disaster struck. I don't really want to talk about it.
Suffice it to say, I was inspired to take a deep breath and rip back the yoke and Monster Sleeve for a do over. Monster Sleeve is now tamed, and work on the yoke will commence this morning.
This whole process causes me to ponder "real life". How many times are we willing to settle for something that is not quite right because we fear "going backwards" in an attempt to make that thing glorious?
Knitting has taught me to be brave, to take risks, to stretch my imagination, and that I don't have to settle for mediocre when a little (or a lot) of pain will yield complete triumph. All it takes is the humility to admit I'm wrong and the courage to start over. The new goal is to wear Opera Sweater on Easter. I'll keep you posted.