Oh, yarn alongers...
To the untrained eye, it would appear that I have not made a bit of progress on Pete's Sweater.
But clever you must be able to tell that in the past week, there has been lots of knitting, binding off, pinning, and rejoicing. After that came a disastrous fitting, cursing/crying, and reluctant frogging, followed closely by ice creaming, and begrudged reknitting.
After adding 3 inches to the body, I am precisely back to where I started last Wednesday, which is both reassuring and maddening. At least The (aptly named) Help has been a comfort through it all. I'm also reading Bringing up Bebe and An Everlasting Meal.
I will leave you with a quote from a desperately cold husband who was trying (in vain) to encourage his defeated wife to pick up the shunned bits of sweater and carry on knitting:
"Maybe the sweater curse works in reverse once you get married. Maybe if you don't make me a sweater, we will wind up divorced."
Now that I type it out, it sounds vaguely threatening. At least I know he wants this sweater badly.