That last picture is what happens when Elijah refuses to stop taking my picture.
While I could certainly make a case for the comfort that is this sweater, my posting it today really has more to do with it being finished and photographed rather than cut out and draped over the back of my rocking chair, which is how you would find my planned comfort project.
This sweater had some sort of cosmic destiny. It was meant to be created. Everything just fell into place in a way that completely defied logic. It was like loaves and fishes or the oil lasting for eight days.
For starters, I wanted to make myself two cardigans this year; a heavy duty one for serious warmth and a cute cropped sweater for over dresses to extend their wearability well into the cooler months. I had thought a good deal about this and had very particular patterns in mind. The first in grey, the later in brown. So, when Corina sent me brown yarn, the exact recommended yarn for the pattern I had in mind, it seemed meant to be. Only….the pattern called for 5 skeins and I only had 3 1/2. Still I dove right in, resigning myself to either shortening the sleeves or knitting contrast color cuffs or ?
I knitted away and despite my exhaustion and working almost exclusively in the middle of the night when my mind felt addled and dull, it grew, steadily and almost flawlessly. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and inch upon inch of sweater tumbled from them, without my really realizing how. And the yarn…it held out. I saved the sleeves for last and carefully divided my remaining yarn, holding my breath as I knitted what turned out to be almost an entire full length sleeve. I did have shorten the cuffs, but since I’m quite petite, it didn’t matter a bit. They ended exactly at my wrist. With the very gentlest of blocking I found there was even enough for a fold over cuff.
A new challenge: July 11th- Thinking Ahead
What have you been working on or thinking about this week?