While we were in Adelaide, I was thinking about that sweater, trying to figure out what to do with it and generally frustrated with my overall knitting uselessness. It doesn't help that Hugh laughs at me for never finishing anything and always ripping up mostly-finished projects.
And then I remembered what my original intentions were when I taught myself to knit: I never expected to be good at it. In fact, I knew I'd suck at it. The highest goal I set for myself was to one day be as good a knitter as Mrs. Weasley from the Harry Potter books. Her sleeves are always different lengths, the colors are hideous, nothing fits right.
I've totally reached that goal! I am at least as good a knitter as Mrs. Weasley. If I manage to make anything halfway wearable, I've surpassed my own expectations. So I have to give myself a break. If I hate everything I ever make, that's okay! I guess. Hm, if only I didn't spend so much money on the wool.
Well, anyway, I shouldn't get frustrated. I should just keep barreling ahead.