So, last night I pulled out my oldest UFO. I began these slippers at least 15 years ago and they have been sitting in my closet ever since, with only the second slipper needing about 10 rows to be finished. In less than an hour they were finished and I was laughing hysterically. My husband could not understand what was funny. Finally, I tried to explain to him how silly the second slipper looked. I really had no idea what I was doing 15 years ago and my mother had me do the knitting and then she sewed the seams on the slipper. That, coupled with 15 years of my little memory, was my downfall. The second slipper is finished, but looks ridiculous and is not nearly as comfortable as the one my mother stitched. My husband didn't see why it was funny. Really, I suppose it isn't, but sometimes in life isn't it better to just laugh? I thought about undoing it and trying again, but I figured this was more memorable. I will wear them around the house until they wear out and perhaps try again (my knitting knowledge is far superior to what it was 15 years ago). My son thought they were something special, though, so I think I will knit him a pair. Yet another new project for my husband to give me the raised eyebrow over.
