In response to your joyful proclamation of knitting season, several people commented, quite rightly, that it’s always knitting season. (It’s especially true for commenter Joyce, who made eight pairs of socks in August. No way was it not knitting season wherever Joyce was.)
Knitting season is like cocktail hour: it’s always 5 o’clock somewhere. But some knitting seasons are more seasonal than others. For those of us who live in parts of the Northern Hemisphere that have four seasons, the first crisp breath of September is a delicious summons to pick up the wool and knit large heavy things, cable-y things, marled things, all the things.
When I get close to the end of my Kaffe Fassett Big Flower Jacket and/or my days on earth, whichever comes first, my next knit is likely to be a granddad sweater. I’ve long wanted one, but dithered. It has been a case of loving the concept–a comfy, woolly “this old thing?” that is flattering in its oversized-ness–but not finding this vision in an actual sweater. I’ve wondered if maybe I really don’t like the concept after all, since I can’t seem to find a specific example that I want to knit.
But then. Back up; let me preface this by saying that I realize I am not Charlotte Rampling.
I keep thinking about the sweaters that Charlotte Rampling wears in 45 Years. 45 Years is a tribute to the granddad sweater. Except for one brief party scene, the only thing Rampling’s character, Kate, wears is cardigans over blouses and skinny jeans. The colors are muted. The outerwear is straight out of LL Bean. The shoes are sturdy. And it’s all so lovely.
(There is no cardigan in this publicity still. But look at her shoes!)
I think the secret is that the cardigans are not truly oversized. They are loose, and a bit floppy, but not overpowering. I particularly love the one with the notched collar. (And couldn’t find a good picture of the other one.)
Internet, activate! Find me a granddad cardi that will make me look like Charlotte Rampling!
Is that so much to ask?