Marinate Project for One Year
September 19, 2011
Finished object update.
A few weeks ago, I had a total tweed freakout regarding Jared Flood’s yarn Shelter. This spell sent me into a frenzy of tweed fever, to the point that I rooted through my lair in search of something, anything to knit that involved tweed.
Fortunately, I laid my clammy paw upon an unfinished object, the Back Home in Vermont Sweater from Barbara Albright’s Natural Knitter. Rowan Felted Tweed. A man’s pullover that I modified by making it sort of A-line.
The last time I apparently worked on this thing was LAST August. (You can visit its early days here, which makes me glad that we have a blog because otherwise I would have no recollection of it.) (That particular entry includes a free YouTube of Sammy Davis, Jr. and Mama Cass Elliott, which is frankly incredible.)
My joy at rediscovering this 98% complete project was tempered by the memory of why it was crammed into the bottom of Yarn Storage Lair #4. It was last September when I tried it on for its final fit moment–you know, you’ve cranked downward from the neckline to the point that you wonder if you’ve gone far enough. Well, I tried this thing on, and I was HORRIFIED to discover that it fit like a glove. A GLOVE. Like the sort of thing some superslutty Yorkshire shepherd’s wife would wear on a Saturday night, late, once the fleecing’s done and Angus is back for the night, if you know what I mean. It was SNUG. It was awful. I couldn’t stand it.
It’s funny the difference a year can make. When I took a look at this item anew, I thought: Hm. A little snug. But it’s nothing that a bit of blocking won’t fix. I knitted a final two inches at the bottom, added two inches to one sleeve that mysteriously was two inches too short, gave it a soak, and slid in some blocking wires.
Sewed up the arm seams.
It was one day from unfinished object to brand-new tweedy sweater that I adore.
I’ve been meaning to get a Proof Of Fit photo for weeks now, but I keep forgetting. So here’s a Proof Of Wearing In Public, on Nashville’s first cool day and also Dad’s 80th birthday.
Here’s the birthday boy. See? Doesn’t he look just like he did when he was 10 months old?
I love this sweater. It was fun to make (saddle shoulders! top down!), the Rowan Felted Tweed is light and lush, and I feel sort of proud that I overcame the colossal bummer of that slutty fit problem.
I mean, this thing fits like an Eileen Fisher schmatteh, and it doesn’t get any better than that.
PS That pinchushion up top is Hubbo’s grandmother’s. MJLW monogram. The sixties were so great, weren’t they?