Seriously. I have this cute little sketch (by cute little sketch I mean something that my 4 year old probably could have drawn -- I am not gifted in the drawing department) and know what stitch pattern I want where, but that leaves a lot in the leap to finished garment.
Especially a finished garment that is the intended size and will fit a person of that size. That doesn't have ginormous armholes and sleeves. Not that I would know anything about that.
I had this romantic little notion of designing, that I would sit down with this gorgeous yarn and just have this garment develop on my needles just exactly as I had envisioned it. I have been enjoying the gorgeous yarn, and it is proving to be very resilient as it is repeatedly frogged.
But I'm enjoying it. Really. I had never created anything before, I was a die hard pattern follower. This is opening up a new world that will never be untouchable again. I *can* do this. It is not effortless, it is not easy, and it isn't perfect, but it is. Something is being brought into being because I thought it up and am bringing it into reality.
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