Brian wore it a few times watching TV. He said it was too hot for anything else. He took it camping and a large spark flew to where it lay on a chair, and burned through it in several spots. It lay on the shelf waiting for repair ever since.
I debated tossing it, but it, oy, all that work. That seemed like such a waste. I thought about recovering what good wool I could. The arms, the body below the armpits. These were good. It was only the top that would have been scrappy and largely unrecoverable. I just never got round to that. It stayed on the shelf and waited.
I was cold, so I put it on. It became apparent pretty fast, that if I was going to wear it even a little, I had to do something. The holes made the knitting very unstable.
So I pulled out the left over yarn from making the sweater and did some quick and dirty repairs.
The two spots which were just singed were repaired with a little judicious duplicate stitch. I can see one more row needs work in the second picture.
The other two were big. Great big.
Like I said. Big.
I was never sure what I was going to do with those. I often thought the only repair would have been to knit a patch leaving long ends at the end of each row, that could be woven into the fabric. And yes that would work, but the idea seems pretty daunting.
And that is why it sat on the shelf.
Anyway, after repairing the socks, I thought in for a penny, in for a pound and did these.
So many flaws, but the knitting is stable and the sweater is once again, usable.
I am warm and am cozy wrapped in the memories of summer camping. That counts for something in the middle of a Canadian winter.