Because there’s nothing better than frolicking on the chilly beach in your new wool and cotton cardigan . . .
I hadn’t picked out buttons yet, so it was buttonless, which for this sweater actually matters. It really wants to be buttoned.
It all fits. The seams were a real odyssey in connecting unmatching cables. I just sat down at a table with the thing and made executive decision after executive decision. The side seams joined well enough, but the armhole cables were all willynilly.
The sleeves haven’t fallen off yet, so that’s good enough for me.
Here are the buttons (to prove that I didn’t punt on the buttons, which is a powerful temptation). I managed to lose my battery charger, so this is an undercover phonecam shot:
It’s fun to wear this, though I’m still feeling kind of tender about it and won’t, like, cook dinner in it. Yet.
Feeling like I just finished exams. What to do next?
PS A special thank you to my stylist/photographer/life coach Merle Hazard. What that guy can do with a can of Aqua Net . . .