Yesterday, I had dinner at my parents' house. Not only is my dad's sweater stretched out and stained in front, but there's now a hole in the sleeve. To make matters worse, my dad wore the sweater after noticing the hole so it's raveled to the point where I couldn't fix it even if I did find matching yarn. So why isn't he wearing one of the other sweaters? Well, my mom told me that he gave them to a clothing drive a few years ago. He said they just didn't fit the way the other one does.
Now, I don't mind that he gave them away - there are now two large men in dire straits who are a bit warmer than they would have been. However, I really wish he'd told me he'd done that. I would have made him another sweater before this instead of, for the sake of family harmony and my ability not to wince when my dad shows off his handmade sweater, planning to make a second 2XL sweater for him this year.
And yes, I am going to confiscate the old ratty sweater when I give him the new one.
This has been the occasional "defarge" segment of this blog. Stay tuned for future adventures in knitting (which, considering what's happening in my office right now, will be attempts to finish baby sweaters before the recipients go out on maternity leave).