My mother was good with wool.
I wore a woollen, crocheted, summer dress in three different colours (beige, moss and rose) for sleeves, bodice and skirt, a pink balaclava with a cable stitch running down the middle like a tyre track, a number of crocheted and knitted berets, a purple and turquoise poncho and a variety of hand knitted jumpers.
I'd see them being made and get all excited, but the reality was just awful.
I saw a grey, flappy fronted jersey jacket in a charity shop once.
The oversized lapels were covered in a combination of metal sequins and beads and the jacket was held onto the hanger with the shoulder ribbons.
The brass sequins were so substantial, they could have passed for washers.
I thought the jacket looked 'rock chick glam-ish' and bought it, imagining I could wear it with jeans and a T-shirt.
Nope. The washers and beads clinked together like chainmail, the weight of them covering the lapels pulled the jacket forward, so it resembled a bolero from the back and the lapels and most of the front of the jacket, kept trying to go under my armpits, with the lapels ending up at waist level.
I cut the sequins off, put them in recycling and threw the jacket in the rag bag. It was unwearable.