May 18, 2005
It’s hard keeping up with the Denim News these days. In knitting (and all areas of life), I go in fits and starts. Felting frenzy has (finally) passed for the season, and I have moved on to full-blown denimania. The denim knitting is so hot and heavy that stuff gets started and finished before I even have time to Document For Posterity.
I didn’t show you one of the things on my sew-up pile a couple weeks ago, because I was waiting for the US Postal Service to deliver it to the young recipient, and for the young recipient’s mother to take a photo (was it obnoxious to request ‘natural light please’? oh well, I do apologize) and email it back to me.
Here is the Museum Sweater from Little Badger, one of my all-time favorite books of kids’ knits (remember the Square Neck Cardigan?). First the Glorious Baby Photo, featuring Elio. This pic almost moved me to tears, so natural was the light and so sweet the backdrop, not to mention the kissable ears, the downy head, and, of course, the denim:
Enough sweetness and light and cute baby. We are knitters here. We must discuss What Is Wrong With The Sweater. For this we need a Flat Shot Cropped to Highlight Flaws:
1. Neck opening: kind of tight. If I do this sweater again for an infant, I would put an opening on the shoulder, or something. It did fit Elio, but I’m not sure it was fun wrestling it over his head.
2. Armhole openings: really tight. Cristina (Elio’s mother and staff photographer) reports that she had to stretch them to fit. Length and widthwise, the sweater would fit Elio until he’s 2, but the armholes are not going to make it that long. Please note that I actually measured and placed the armholes EGGZACKLY where the pattern says to place them. The sweater would look less museum-y with larger armhole openings, but the baby would wear it longer, and that’s more important to me (it’s all about AGING THE DENIM, people, and a toddler is the finest denim-aging device known to man).
I love the look, though. It reminds me of the California miners, standing in creeks in Levis, when Levis were new, in dirty undershirts. I love the Henley neckline, and the waffle-weave ribbing at the top. It’s an easy knit, and so plain that an actual boy will actually not mind wearing it. I’m going to up-size it for Joseph and maybe even for Hubby. ( I’ll do it either this round of denimania, or my next cycle, or my next lifetime.)
That’s all. I was going to tell you about the Perils of Plying Laceweight Texere Denim On Cones, but I’ll save that for the hard-core denim heads. (Child labor is involved.)