The horror... the horror...
So, I opened the drawer of my new dresser in my aunt's new house, and found a table cloth, an answering machine from 1986, an LP and this:
Where do I start? You know the worst part? It's hand knit! Someone spent a lot of time and love to make that thing.
I mean, the Fair Isle stuff is actually pretty damn cool, as is the use of seed stitch for the leaves. But the color scheme makes my soul hurt.
Makes me wonder what I'll think of stuff I knit in 20 years. Look at the neckline! Why did I always wear blue! (etc...)
Also, dead dog!
No, not really.
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