Even in it's deconstruction my sweater tried to defeat me. I couldn't find any end pieces to begin unraveling, it revealed the multitude of errors I made that meant that an easy unravel was not to be. But the time I actually started unwinding, I realized that this sweater had been knit, reknit, blocked, and yelled at so many times that the wool is felting and i'm not entirely sure the yarn is salvageable. I even announced to kungfu and Beetlegirl that I was done with it and that the mother-f'r needed to DIAF.
But, like an abusive relationship, I wasn't ready to give up and I went back for more.
I now have 90% of the sweater unraveled. It's in messy, curly hanks in my messy box-filled living room. I decided I couldn't give up on it yet, it deserves one try at washing/relaxing to see if the yarn is salvageable for anything other than felting. I'm not even sure I'm going to use it, but I couldn't let my own mistakes in this project defeat me.
For what it's worth, my vote is still for the cathartic lighter-fluid destruction of said article out in your parking lot on the day you move out.
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