I Knit My Dad A Sweater
January 3, 2007
So glad to hear you’re back. Now you have a week of early morning wakeups (yours and others’) to look forward to, you lucky thing.
I’ve been hearing that ‘momMomMOM’ sound, too. Must get my hearing checked out. What I don’t understand is, why is it so high-pitched? Is that strictly necessary? Also, feeling very fond of the school cafeteria right about now. I love how they take care of that whole lunch thing. The lunch is killing me. We have downgraded the Lunch Selections several times over the past two weeks. Right now we are at Cold Pop Tart Grade. I don’t know what the next lower grade is, but I’ll let you know when I find out. (Hamster Treats are loaded with the omega-3s. Just saying.)
Our trip back from Omaha was uneventful, barf-wise. But while in Omaha, a 24-hour virus put the “retch” back in “wretched” for our little crew. On Wednesday night, after both Carrie and my Moist Moisturized Mom had fallen victim to gale-force flu, I started to feel that fever ‘n ague feeling. I spoke to myself quite sharply: “Buck up girl! You’ve got a Log Cabin Workshop to teach tomorrow morning!” Believe it or not, this worked.
The log cabin workshop was really fun. But today I’ve got other business to deal with. The business of my immortal soul.
A Take-Me-Now Moment
When I get to the Pearly Gates, and St. Peter inquires ‘what are YOU doing here, missy, hmmm?’–I’ll be ready with my answer. Because I knit my dad a sweater. Yes, my taciturn, verging-on-crotchety old man (“verging”–this is “verging”?) has a custom-tailored, made-to-order, perfect-in-every-detail, wool raglan cardigan (with pockets as requested), made by his loving firstborn girl. Let’s take a look, shall we?
News flash: the Marlboro Man is 71, never actually smoked, and he can WORK a cardigan, people.
Pattern: a vintage Patons pattern from the mid-70s, obtained through the everlasting kindness of Yvonne, who searched her vast archives and came up with exactly what Dad requested.
Yarn: Rowanspun Aran, in a shade I believe is called ‘Shark’.
Buttons: Italian leather, from Tender Buttons.
Modifications: After Dad’s first fitting (okay this was a year ago), I added moss-stitch gussets to the sides so that the cardi would be roomy enough to cover a flannel shirt. Dad would never wear a sweater indoors. Through his many winters on the Plains, he has rarely worn anything outdoors that is heavier than a leather jacket. This cardi is going to be Outerwear. I’m really pleased with my Camp Fire Girl problem-solving abilities. The gussets were easy enough (pick up along one front edge, moss stitch for 4 inches, seam to the corresponding back edge), but I had to figure out how to make the already-knitted sleeves wider at the top to fit into the gusset-enlarged armholes. The solution? Triangular gussets under the arms. They look completely intentional, elegant even. Yay me!
Dad is considering a career as a Rowan model.
More catching-up, soon!