Two items found in the Big Switcheroo, one known and loved, one a mystery object.
This is the second sweater I ever knit for myself. (The first was a pink cotton sleeveless "top" with a basketweave pattern that I wore in my 9th-grade yearbook photo. Yes, it was 1986.) It was my first attempt at cables, my first time ever using mohair, and my first time sewing in sleeves by hand. (I'd been sewing on a machine for several years at that point.) I don't remember when I did this, but it was probably 11th or 12th grade.
I loved this sweater, and when I found it a few days ago it made me sad that it was so matted down that there was no hope for it. But at the same time I never wore it much anyway (why it survived almost 20 years) because of its two fatal flaws: 1) The color is horrible for me, and 2) it was too hot. I don't know why I bought that color in the first place, since that color never looks good on me. And the mohairness of the sweater, combined with the bulky cables, meant that I could only wear it as an outer layer outside. More than 5 minutes inside made me feel like I was in a Crock Pot.
So I finally let go of the fantasy that it would somehow de-mat itself, transform itself into a good color, and get cooler. I threw it away. (That's how matted it was--too bad to turn into a pillow, even.)