A Tale of Three Sweaters: Miss-fit Molly

If you like charming fairy tales, look away. This is a tale of death and dismemberment. This is the Tale of Queen Rip and the Golden Frog.

In spite of my hopes of passing the mantle of the JenLa Golden Frog Award, 2007 may be a banner year for ripping in Lumay Land. What I ripped in all of 2006 is nothing compared to what I have ripped so far this year. I even threw a few garments into the trash (Tubular Camisole) when the ripping got rough. Elastic, short rows and bobbles...bye-bye!

Teri is Queen Rip. She ripped out Nicky Epstein's Floral Felted hangbag because her stitches looked ever so slightly "off". Mind you, the project is felted!
So what did I expect when I sought Teri's counsel on my Molly Ringwald fit dilemma? After some brainstorming, we were left with two options: rip or give Molly to Teri. For shits and giggs (as Sharyn says) she tried it on. You cannot imagine how it feels to eat the words, "If you can jam those big Ds in there, she's all yours".

I could not face the swift, and Teri offered to do the ripping for me. Late last week, this package arrived via Fedex.

Only a true friend will do your knitting dirty work and pay the shipping.