This seemed like the perfect time to tear down the sweater that I made for my 10 year-old last November. I made it. We both hated it. It's been sitting in my knitting room since day 2 of its existence. I don't know what I was thinking when I thought I would whip up a raglan on straight needles. I have come to hate doing raglans on straight needles because the sleeves never seem quite right to me in the end. I also despise making a sweater for the purpose of taking up shelf space in the closet. So, today officially became "Reconstruction Tuesday".
It started out in it's original form and, with the help of Mao, the latest stray cat to make himself at home, it became 4 red balls and 1 grey ball of wool again.
Of course, now my son is going to expect me to get started right away on the new and improved top-down version. So much to knit, so little time; so I hope my wrist is better in the morning!