Many knitters lose track of their projects. They are given away with love, and disappear forever. Old boyfriends are usually the source of all things lost--I know I lost my first quilt that way! But I have no one but myself, or maybe my mother to blame about the first sweater I made.
What can I say? I'm still intrepid after all these years.
I started my first sweater when I was in 6th grade. A full multi-pieced sweater/cardigan which was used for my creative 'busy' time in school. We all were encouraged to bring or do something during this 'down time' every day. My choice was, "I'll knit a sweater for myself!" The details are foggy. In fact, the details were foggy by the time I got to seventh grade, however, I assume my grandmother helped set me up with pattern and yarn.
It was very much like this one (only bigger):
And I never finished it. I have no idea what happened! I was going great guns, with a whole class of peers ogling over my progress. I couldn't just walk away from it, but this sad but true little story has no happy ending. I never sewed a seam, even though I can still see the fronts and sleeves, in a dusty pink color. It would be so amusing to stumble upon it in a box. To examine it for "creative designs" and dropped stitches. I remember only fine work, but who am I kidding? An eleven-year-old with the attention span of a gnat... (I couldn't remember to go to my trombone lessons, but that's another story.)
It's probably in my old boyfriend's trunk and he's told his wife that his great aunt died and left it to him. An heirloom, for sure!