I know I said I was going to knit a summer top after I finished my Fort Tryon Wrap, but then I was looking for a book under my nightstand. I came across my copy of Woolly Woofers, by Debbie Bliss.
I will give it to you straight, Ann: all bets are off.
At least they are off for as long as it will take me to knit a Give-A-Dog-A-Bone Coat for a much-missed terrier, size small.
Isn’t it the cutest? I didn’t read the pattern all the way through at first, but I’ve now discovered why it’s called a coat and not a sweater: there is a lining. I think I can handle it. I’m going to root around for an old down coat from one of the kids and see if I can do an Alabama Chanin/Patagonia-style upcycled liner. It will be fun, in a multi-craftual way. Maybe I’ll even do it on July 29, 30 and 31, in celebration of Summer Stitch Fest.
(What is Summer Stitch Fest? “Summer Stitch Fest is an online festival celebrating making clothes by hand. During the last weekend of July, makers are invited to participate, using any or all methods of making a stitch, be it sewing, knitting or crocheting and then sharing their handmade clothes on social media. Created by Sonya Philip of 100 Acts of Sewing, the festival runs from July 29th to 31st. There is no sign up or any other commitment to make, simply use the hashtag #summerstitchfest16 to share what you make.”)
I’m a lawyer, you know, and in my professional opinion, a dog coat qualifies under the Summer Stitch Fest rules. It is “clothes,” and I am making it by hand.
The yarn is Jill Draper Makes Stuff Hudson, It might be the moss stitch talking, but I haven’t loved knitting with a yarn this much since the late, lamented Rowan Magpie. (Moment of silence for Magpie. If anyone has any memories of Magpie to share, please come on up.) Hudson is a beautifully constructed, round and springy yarn. And red is Olive’s signature color.
I’ve reached the neck shaping, so it won’t be long before I do the belly strap. I hope my Hudson holds out. The other thing I learned when I read the pattern to the end is that the bone is not knitted; Debbie breezily instructs the maker to “cut a bone shape, approximately 17cm/7 1/2in long, from suede.” I’m going to wait until I get there and see if a bone-shaped piece of suede — or perhaps felt?–presents itself. The bone does sort of make the whole outfit.
And why is my terrier being missed at the moment? Olive is in the Hamptons, partying her head off (chasing turkeys off the property) with the other gilded youth (Charlie, also a terrier). She is seven years old this month, and I thought I knew all her bad behaviors. But last night I received this photo:
This is a new low. I don’t know what motivated her to move from the sofa-back cushions to the tabletop, but I think it had to do with the fan in the background, and it being July.
She gets a new coat anyway.