Victory (Sort Of)
August 29, 2008
Reverse psychology is a major theme in my life. An example: I’ll be reading a book, with great pleasure. But if my book club decides that this book will be the selection for our next meeting, I will stop reading the book. Suddenly, another book seems a lot more interesting.
Most recent case in point: my Ravelympics sweater.
This is the condition of my Ravelympics project, a sweater for Afghans for Afghans, a full three days before the closing ceremonies. All pieces knitted. A few simple seams and a neckband to go. Easy as Michael Phelps doing the dog paddle. I had blogged most publicly and Ravelled my little heart out about how I was going to finish this sweater in record time. Did I do it?
Of course not. I finished it the day after the closing ceremonies. I had Stuff To Do. I think the Stuff was vacuuming. Or maybe it was the 500th Grilled Cheese Sandwich of the Week. I can neither confirm nor deny that I cast on a dishcloth during this period. Anyway, I got it done well in advance of the deadline for Afghans for Afghans’ Fall Campaign for Children and Youth ages 7-14.
All along, I had a plan for the Triumphal Olympian Photo Shoot. One of Joseph’s pals, who had modeled for our new book with an insouciance that was very promising, was expected to visit us on vacay for a few days of collaborative Wii and kayaking. I kept saying, I hope Pal will not mind doing a little modeling for the blog. I said this not to diss my own flesh and blood, who is the same size, and of equal cuteness in the eyes of his mother, but because Joseph is what the professional photographers call a reluctant model. Not interested in the modeling. May wail when asked to model.
So I said to Joseph, all casual-like, oh darn, Pal has strep throat so he is not coming, which is kind of a bummer for Mom’s sweater modeling situation. And Joseph murmurs under his breath, “I’ll model your sweater.”
Susceptibility to reverse psychology apparently is an inherited trait.
He didn’t say he wouldn’t be blurry.
The chief objective of these pictures is to prove that what Rowan, in 1995, deemed the proper size to knit for a child of “3-4 years” will actually fit a child who is almost 10 years old.
Here we see the waist length.
Here we see the sleeve.
Here we see the beauty of Sweater on Child.
I am well pleased with this sweater. Photos do not show how springy and dense it is, or the wonder, now lost to the world, of Rowan Magpie. Magpie almost makes me concede that wool is a superior fiber for the knitting of sweaters—it’s that good. It makes me very happy to think of this sweater on a child in Afghanistan, hopefully before the snow flies.