Belinda and Neil are winging their way back across the Atlantic this morning. Since I didn’t take a single picture of them, I will show you a picture of this most excellent bit of loot they brought:
This is the front and back of a gigantic 1980s-era pullover in Rowan denim. Belinda got it out of her friend Jo’s garage where it was under constant threat of mice. Jo made it herself but stopped wearing it because, being knitted with a DOUBLE STRAND of Rowan Denim, it weighs 20 pounds. Doubled denim????– What was Jo thinking? Wearing this sweater would be a cottony cardio-vascular workout.
Although the depths of its fadey-blueness are unphotographable (by me anyway), here’s a shot showing it next to a new ball of denim and a swatch of denim that has been washed maybe 10 times.
Both ball and swatch are in the same shade –Nashville, dark indigo– that Jo’s sweater originally was. I’m a happy girl, to say the least. I do hate to rip out such loveliness but the yarn is so speckly and beautiful that I can’t help it.
I’d like to express my thanks to Belinda, to Jo, and to the mice, for making this recycled denim yarn possible.
Speaking of Gigantic 1980s Era Sweaters
Recently I got a suprise Royal Mail packet from the mysterious Alpaca Woman. It contained these precious relics:
(Female lumberjack circa 1985.)
I should explain to our younger readers that back in the 1980s, we believed that contact between the flesh of one’s upper arm and the sleeve of one’s sweater could cause Instant Death. To prevent this senseless loss of life while looking groovy beyond belief, we wore multiple layers of wrinkled clothing under our sweaters. And just to be absolutely safe, we made the armholes like this:
In those days, Second Sleeve Syndrome was nothing to joke about. In fact many knitters perished of old age while still on the first sleeve. Forests and fields of indigo were cut down just to dye the sleeves of Rowan cardis. Thanks to medical science, today the oversized sleeve opening has gone the way of cupping and leeches.
Thank you, kind Alpaca Woman!
(I particularly enjoyed the price tag.)
Yay! Ina sent me another photo of her fab dog Gumby.
I don’t know what breed Gumby is, but he’d* win Best in Show for eyebrows.
Gumby wants to tell everyone that even though Kay was kinda dumb to end her eBay auctions on Thanksgiving Day (dur!), you should overlook that and go bid on the wonderful scarves (this one and this one) that Ina made, with all proceeds going to benefit Oliver’s Fund.
The knitting community is some community, innit?
I’m off now, to combine canned goods according to ancient family custom. It is always a challenge to figure out which aisle the Durkee’s French Fried Onions are in. Happy Thanksgiving to Americans at home and abroad.
*If you read the comments, you will learn from Ina that Gumby is a she. (Her pink collar should have given me a hint.) Scusi! Apologies to La Bella Gumbina, Spinona de tutti Spinoni.