Facing the Inevitable

I had been waiting to block this sweater until the humidity level dropped. I would hate to add mildew to my list of worries about this sweater. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. That I am blatantly ignoring the very real possibility of having to cut the cuffs and reknit the sleeves shorter had nothing to do with my procrastination.

I choose to wet block the sweater instead of steam it. One, the sweater really needed it after more than two years of laying around waiting for the end. Two, I figure if I am to learn the truth about it's real proportions this would be the way to do it. After all when I finally decide to remove my head from the sand, it is usually with an enthusiastic desire to know the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I am a person of two natures, what can I say?

The sleeves still look really long even after I managed to take about 1.5 inches from the seam by wriggling the stitching around. Tomorrow, it will be dry enough to wear. If my husband is posting instead of me, you'll know the results weren't favorable and I had a lie down in the road.