As I've mentioned here before, I'm rather superstitious.
Try as I might, walking under ladders, black cats crossing my path, and shoes on the table always leave me feeling a little on the uneasy side.
If you'll recall however, one superstition that I was able to move past (albeit much pep-talking was needed on my part) was the dreaded sweater curse. This was one myth that I found myself willing to battle head on last July, when I cast on a sweater for my dear man's 30th birthday.
You could say that I turned my nose up in the face of that curse and proudly gifted a lovingly knit sweater to my man- all whilst being without 'the ring'. I wanted something extra super special to commemorate his big day and that sweater was not so much the only way, but the best way this knitterly girl knew how. I weighed out my options and decided that I was willing to take my chances.
Besides, I could always ask for it back if things didn't work out- right??? (I conveniently have a brother who is of a similar size).
Now let's fast forward to this past Sunday- May 13th.
At the end of a beautiful hike through the Hockley Valley, just before heading down to his parent's place for some Mother's Day celebrations, my dear man showed that sweater curse who's boss and popped the question.
Let me do a quick recap here my fellow knitters- I knit the sweater, and then I got the ring, on May 13th no less!
Expected date to wed?
Sometime in the Winter of 2013.
Would you look how far I have come!?!?!?
|Seemingly, when I go swimming, I emerge from the water with the |
same hair-do as my man. Totally a sign that we were meant to be...
Stuff it sweater curse.