You know how sometimes you work towards a project and when finished your expectations far exceed what you ever thought they could be? Then sometimes you have high hopes for a creative idea and then your expectations fall flat on their ever-loving-face?
Well...this is Mr. Stripey guy. The name I dubbed this sweater when I started it in September 2010. It was a blur of inspiration. A simple sweater design with the intention of using all the bits and bobs of yarn in my stash. I thought by using one color that it would work. As in be brilliant. Um.
There were four baskets gleefully filled with small skeins of yarn in four colors. One basket held the purples for my oldest girlie. Another basket held greens for my oldest boy. Another full of blues of every shade. The last pinks and reds for my littlest one. Yes, I thought it was the best idea I'd had for awhile. In fact, I wrote about it here even though I think I wasn't sure about it then either.
The farther along I knit my smug smile began to fade. Maybe, just maybe this would look great. Or it could look really, really bad. You know the kind of bad that you hope you never have to wear? The kind of bad that they write songs about. The kind of bad that might be referred to as "lovingly made at home".
All that is right here. I realized once the body and one sleeve were done that something wasn't right about it. No matter that it was meant for my two year old who is now almost five. Realistically, he could get away with a sweater like this but should he? I ask you.
The other baskets sat untouched. The wind blown out of my proverbial sails. The blue version above sat and sat in that sad little basket. A spider moved in and made himself an elaborate home before I decided to pull it out this past weekend, while stash busting, and access the damage. With two inches of one sleeve to finish I figured it would be more work to take it apart than to finish it.
The sweater is too small for my boy now, thankfully. Mr. Bear, well he wasn't so lucky, or fast. I held the sweater up in his general direction. Guessed that he always wanted a sweater of his very own and bam...bear bundled in a sweater and ready for winter.
My expectations shifted long ago. I love that Mr. Bear seems happy. He saw a lot of play action today in the house. Does he look more friendly and approachable because of the sweater? Let's say,"Yes". Did I expect it to turn out this way on that day of inspiration so long ago? no.
Sometimes, if we're lucky, things really do turn out so much better than we imagined don't you think?