I am so sorry for the letter I am about to write. I know that when I started on you, back in July, it must have seemed like the perfect relationship. After I wound all of your white balls into skeins and dyed them each a different cheerful color, it must have seemed like a match made in heaven. And I cast on and worked for a good while on your neck and yoke; I know I was putting out some sure signals that I was ready to settle down.
Alas, I was not ready. And I cast you aside, leaving you and your good wool in a $1 tote from Jo-Anns. I didn't look back at you for months. At least I didn't steal back the needles, like I did with the garter stitch shawl you were next to. I'm sure you and she had a great long talk about what a wanton knitter I am.
And then last night, I came back to you. And we made some real progress.
That is why I'm so sorry for what I'm about to say.
I got a package in the mail today, darling WOTA sweater.
Farewell for now,
Right next to the garter stitch shawl.