Today, I wore my new cardigan for the first time. I finished sewing in the buttons just yesterday. I have not even had a chance to photograph it yet. And this happened:
I am so mad!
Maybe this cardigan is jinxed.
I have been using a backpack since I sprained my ankle, at first because of the cane, and then because it balanced the weight. I was pulling the backpack up over my shoulders and the buckle caught on the back of the cardigan. Argh!
This is remarkably similar to another recent sweater disaster, this time to my Acer cardigan:
In this case, I was rushing to an important meeting and trying to juggle a heavy briefcase and a shoulder bag. The sweater got caught on the straps of my bag and I gave it a bit of a tug to free it, and rip! Even worse, I didn’t notice it until after the meeting.
Doug says that the solution is for me to have a besotted young man who wants to carry my books for me. I think this is unlikely.
I am feeling a bit down. Perhaps a glass of wine and The Good Place will help?