There is Huge Huge Huge fambly news:
The Brother-in-Law and Sister-in-Law have had a baby! Friday afternoon! Their first!
Molly. Her name is Molly. We have a Molly in the fambly now. This is the sort of excellent news that makes a person want to hop a plane to LA to meet her. We’re leaving in a minute to do just that.
I tell you this a) because there is no better news than news of a baby. And b) Molly is who I’ve been thinking about for lo these many weeks I’ve been working on Fern. Maybe, in a year or three, Molly will politely let Auntie Ann dress her up in Fern for two minutes so that she can take a picture. After which she will politely say, “Can I put my polar fleece back on now?”
At Which Point Things Take a Turn
The arrival of Molly stirred me to ridiculous enthusiasm for this sweater. It’s like a charm has fallen on the whole thing.
(I should add that I realize that no baby has been documented as well as this Fern sweater.)
I have been dreading setting in the sleeves, because it is a real crossroads for this sweater. Never having designed anything with a set-in sleeve, I was all et up with anxieties: Will the sleeves fit in the armhole properly? Will the stripes align? Will the ribbed top of the sweater be too tight and distort the shape of the whole sweater? Will it look terrible? Should I lose ten pounds? Is there a God?
After a few tense moments and at least three cuss words when stripes failed to behave, the answers are: yes, yes, no, no, don’t worry about it, and Ask Again Later. It all worked. Never has anything just come together this way for me. Snipsnap piece of cake.
The cool thing about a set-in sleeve is that it creates a truly dimensional armhole. It has length, width, and depth, unlike a dropped sleeve that just kind of sits there.
The stripes came together just swell.
It was all so pleasant that last night I couldn’t resist diving into the weaving o’ the ends. Gleeful delirium set in.
In case anybody’s wondering how long ends take to weave in, I’m clocking 50 ends per 45-minute interval. It’ll be two or three more hours, max. And in case you’re wondering, I just wove them all into the seam. I didn’t want to risk having an end poke out of the fabric. The four-ply is thin enough that the seam isn’t too much worse for the extra bulk. (Amber, if you need inspiration to get you weaving in the ends, get somebody you love to tell you they just had a baby.)
Can’t wait for Los Angeles. Off to pack up children, Hubbo, and yarn. Will try to sneak a photo of Molly, who is said to be perfect.