I look at patterns all the time. No matter how many books and old Rowans I’ve got, new designs are always calling to me. As a result, I am always seeing things I really, really want to knit. Usually, this means I file the pattern away under ‘Will Knit Someday’. ‘Someday’ is illusory. I’m always starting new projects and letting old ones mildew in the corner, and usually I’ve seen many more must-knit patterns before I ever get to the pattern I had in mind.
But once in a while, I come across a pattern that qualifies as Must Knit Now. It’s hard to identify what makes a pattern so appealing that the bouncer standing outside the knitting party in my brain takes one look at it, unhooks the velvet rope, and says, ‘Dude. Come on in. She’s waiting for you in the VIP lounge.’ But whatever the It factor is, this pattern has got It.
I give you Durrow, by Jodi Green. Durrow pushes most of my buttons. Simultaneously. Plus it’s being modeled by a guy on a motorbike, which didn’t hurt. (I have a rich and rewarding fantasy life.)
At first glance, I mistook Durrow’s black wool for black denim. Black denim, once made by Rowan, is a discontinued rarity which I stalk throughout Knittendom, collect in small quantities and mismatched dye lots (no need for a ‘smoke-free home’), and paw through my hoard of, whispering ‘My precious…..’
Durrow is a man’s sweater. The body is an elegant, close-fitting 4×2 rib. Very James Bond (Sean Connery OF COURSE). Ahhh. So cute. So boyish. The armholes are high-ish. The shoulder is saddle. I’ve never done a saddle shoulder, because until now I’d not met a sweater that made me think it would be worthwhile to have even more bits of seaming in the armhole area.
I’m making it for my boy Joseph. Joseph has a ribsy torso that was made for 4×2 rib. I’m making it in black Rowan Denim, following the instructions for the smallest man’s size. With the difference in stitch gauge, this should work perfectly in terms of the width dimensions, and I am an old hand at making length adjustments for denim. The trickiest part will be adjusting the armhole proportions. I am not worried about that. Why not? Because it’s only a sweater for a 7 year old boy who’s not fussy about his clothes, and who looks cute at all times and in all sweaters (this is his mother talking). I’ll err on the side of making the armhole too big, it will shrink more than I expect, and it will end up perfect. I’m feeling lucky.
Just to increase the fun factor and shake the blues of having too many WIPs this time of year, I’m dropping everything to knit Durrow. And….I’m going to finish it by next Sunday evening, a week from when I started. Joseph might as well have it in time for Thanksgiving.
Think I’ll make it?