Just to clarify, when you see me arranging odd pieces of knitted shapes on the living room floor, swearing and not looking chuffed, I am actually trying to sew together a cardigan. A cardigan made from the wrong yarn, knitted too quickly and likely to be ripped down and turned into dishcloths. It is, however, most definately a cardigan. Now is not the time to say
" Are you making a windmill? "