I have a confession.  I love to block my knitting.  There is something immensely satisfying in neat rows of pins.  I revel in the knowledge that I can tame an unruly rolled up stockinette piece into a graceful flat garment.

In this case, it is a small reward for miles inches of stockinette.  The garter stitch border does alot for the sweater.  (The indoor lighting - not so much.)  However, the fancy edge does little to relieve the bordom of knit a row, purl a row, knit a row, ZZZzzzzzz, head bob, …  Huh?  wha?  Oh, yeah… pick up dropped stitch caused by snoring and head bob, purl a row, knit a row, and repeat from beginning.

I have no one to blame but myself.  Instead of finishing the back piece first, I knit the right front.  At the time, it seemed perfectly logical and a sane thing to do.  I’m making this sweater up as I go.  I’d rather rip out a quarter of a sweater than half.  Plus, the front has most of the math what with the arm shaping, neck line, and bust darts.   I had to knit the left front next so I would remember how the math had worked.  I don’t think coutre’ designers from Paris could pull off mismatched bust darts, never mind lil’ole me. 

I forgot to consider that with the math completed and half a sweater’s worth of stockinette to finish, I have taken all the challenge and mystery out of the project.  Challenge and mystery being among the top reasons I knit a project. 

I’m going to live in denial while I continue knitting the back.  In my world, cardigan is another word for vest.  Sleeves are optional.