But not without many, many bumps along the way.
Looking back I can say that a lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into making this sweater, aka The Beast, for myself. Blood because I stabbed myself with a needle quite a few times sewing on the buttons. Sweat because The Beast is one heavy son of a bitch. Combine that with summer weather in a house with no AC and I sweated having it on my lap. Tears because I royally screwed up the trim last week. I cried as I took out 4 hours of hard work. Luckily it's didn't take nearly as long to redo what I tore out.
I have never made anything as complicated as this sweater. The husband, amazed at the amount of detail, asked how I did it. I couldn't really explain how. It would have been like him explaining some programming language to me. It wouldn't be understood. But I could share that the Beast contained 8 different kinds of stitches, most of which I never heard of before I took the project on.
All I need now is for the weather to cool off just a bit so I can wear it.