Before I left for spring break, I finished the body of the foldover cowl pullover. Anxious to see what it looked like, I tried it on and was instantly disappointed.
It may be hard to see from this photo, but it is a bit big. Big in a boxy sort of way. I wore it around the house like this and the look grew on me. I was thinking that perhaps I liked it. Perhaps I liked it big and boxy. Perhaps I needed a big and boxy sweater. I decided to pack it in my suitcase and ask my mother for her advice.

Fast forward to the last evening of our trip. My mother made herself a cocktail, grabbed a beer for me and told me we were heading to the beach. "Bring your sweater", she said. "Your going to rip it out."
And so that is what I did. My mother was right. (Again.) That sweater is meant to be on the fitted side. I'll be much happier in the end. And with my mother by my side, a beer in my hand, sitting on the beach, it took the sting out of it a little. (A whole lot.)