Finally, the sweater that I began a full five months ago is finished. And whilst it's true that there's a pleasure to be had from creation, the pleasure that's come from completion is perhaps just as sweet.
As my first attempt at a proper pattern, this sweater sat on the needles for weeks on end whilst I awaited a quiet moment in which to sit in silence, counting stitches and muttering "K1, P3, K2, P2" incessantly beneath my breath.
There were times - when I was ripping out hours-worth of work or spending more time consulting the wisdom of YouTube than I was actually knitting - that I thought that I'd bitten off more than I could chew.
But now that it's all sewn together and magically transformed itself into a sweater, the hours of manic muttering suddenly seem worthwhile, and even though the pattern doesn't quite resemble that on the picture, my boy and I really couldn't be happier with the result.