Given the chance I can really amuse myself with my own mistakes.  And, you know, I might as well be amused because I make mistakes with some frequency.   Things were chugging along swimmingly with my Big Sack sweater.  (The more times I type "Big Sack sweater", well, it's starting to sound obscene.) Here it is being blocked.  After a brief wash, I smoothed it out to dry. Not a problem.



I sewed the right arm on.  Didn't like some of the stitching.  Ripped it out and sewed it on again.  Looked good.  Happily grabbed the left arm and started sewing.  I was a good way into it when I decided to hold it up and admire my work.   What do you think? 




Any doubt?  Here let me label it for you.




What????!!!  What the....  Did I actually.....  Yes, I did.  I actually sewed both arms to the right side of the sweater.  Nice. I totally made myself laugh out loud.  I'm nearly certain that even with the foibles of haute couture, two arms on the same side of the garment won't catch on.  So, I ripped out the sewing and reattached the arm in the proper place.  Frankenstein has nothing on me.