She had to have been.
I finished knitting Eris over the weekend.
While I was knitting it - mind you, this was several weeks ago that this occurred to me - it seemed like the sleeves were ... not right. Not wrong, but not right.
"Wrong" means I've clearly made some kind of bad mistake that needs frogging to fix.
"Not right" means maybe I'm just looking at them from an unusual angle, or perhaps the light is not so good, or maybe (and this was the Fool's suggestion), the piece needs blocking.
But I kept knitting, because deep inside, I have this idea that knitting projects, sewing projects, etc., are like little living creatures. Which, say, catch colds sometimes. And colds will go away by themselves if you leave them alone.
Then I finished the first sleeve and decided to try the sweater on.
The sleeve was wrong.
So I knitted the second one!
I tried the sweater on right after I finished it.
It fits great! Especially as my right arm has always been a couple inches shorter than my left one. I also like my sweater sleeves to end above my wrists, all the better to show off my lovely watch, which I got at Target.
And did I mention that I have amazingly twig-like arms, especially when compared to my overall physique, which -- well, the only part of a tree I might be compared to at all is the trunk, and not the itsy-bitsy skinny twiggy branches.
Also, I don't like a lot of room in the armpits. Constriction is where it's at for me.
Well, maybe if I block it?
Dammit. Hell and damnation. Dammit.