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He tried the sweater on

April 15, 2009

and absolutely loved it. I don’t know what came over the Resident non-knitter this weekend, but we were getting ready to watch a movie and he said, “I haven’t tried that sweater on yet have I?”

Off he trotted to the dresser, pulled Hamefarin out of the drawer, and pulled it over his head. Then he proceeded to model in front of the mirror, checking out every angle. He pronounced the fit perfect and he said this sweater was the nicest thing I have knitted so far.

I caught him on Sunday looking through a new pattern book I got on Saturday, Country Weekend Knits. (Great book, by the way. I heard about it from Cherry Blossom Hill. See the March 1, 2009 post.)

He said, “I think I want this one for my next sweater,” pointing to the Chevron Aran Crewneck.

“Ahh, not so fast,” I replied. “When the other sweater is worn, and by that I mean worn as in wearing out, not just on, then I’ll think about knitting another.”

He thought this very unfair. Late Sunday he caught me fondling a skein of Jabberwocky from Blue Moon Fiber Arts and proclaimed it perfect for another hat for him.

What has gotten into him?

Apparently I have no sense of humor

March 30, 2009

according to the Resident Non-Knitter. I finished his sweater and the first thing he told me was, “I think the collar is really nice.” This, he said, as he was fondling, touching and admiring said sweater.

“That’s not what you said before,” I retorted.

“When? I’ve always told you it was beautiful and I really liked it.”

“Don’t you remember a few Sunday’s ago when you made a number of disparaging comments?”

“Oh that. Can’t you take a joke?”

Apparently not.

Then he proceeded to explain to me that he loves the sweater, he has always loved the sweater and he will continue to love the sweater all the while continuing with the fondling, touching and admiring of said sweater. However, he did not try it on.

I laid the “measurement shirt” (a machine-knit pullover) on the bed and the sweater over it. Everything matched up perfectly except for the circumference which we had intentionally made slightly smaller. The “measurement shirt” has a very boxy cut. The RNK looked at the shirt with the sweater over it and figured everything looked good enough for him to see that it would fit. “Perfect,” he said as he walked out of the room.

“Aren’t you going to try it on?”

“No, I can see that it’ll fit perfect.”

That was it. The end of the three months of sweater knitting. It does leave a question in my mind — does he know how to put a sweater on? I did witness him put the cashmere sweater on once. It came off again a few minutes later; but, he did put it on. I retain a small shred of hope that the sweater will actually be worn once, maybe twice (let’s not get greedy here).

I asked if he would consider allowing me to take a photo of him modeling the sweater for the blog. NOT!

So here, without further ado:

I also finished my first fair isle project, a project I have christened as “The Dork Mitts.”

And finally, just to prove that they are actually “hand-sized”

My elation was short-lived

March 15, 2009

I almost finished the sweater. It’s so close. I kitchnered the armpits, wove in most of the ends, and got the neck ready to bind off. The RNK wasn’t sure I had done a good enough!!! job on the armpit kitchnering for him. He didn’t want to be embarrassed if he ever had to raise his hand over his head. HMMM. I should have taken this as a warning to set everything aside. The thought that has been in the back of my head for the last three months, “I should have never agreed to knit this sweater,” kept trying to surface. I pushed it down.

I went ahead and left the under-the-arm ends loose so he could check my work in the full light of day. It made sense. I worked on this blasted sweater for three months. I didn’t want a shoddy job of kitchnering either.

So, this morning he finally tried it on to check to see if he liked the neck before I bound it off. He started with, “I don’t think this looks like the pattern.” This even before he got it on.

I showed him the pattern. He pointed out that my raglan decreases were slightly different. “Yes,” I agreed. “This pattern was not written to be knitted in the round. I modified it a bit and yes, my decreases are slightly different than how they would have turned out had I finished each piece flat and sewn them together.”

Next, he complained that the arms were “so tight.” “Ok, I’ll block the lower part of the arm hard.” Actually, it looked pretty good for an unblocked sweater. I thought the arms had an excellent fit. The length is perfect!

Next, he got it on and didn’t try to adjust it to fit squarely on his shoulders, so I reached up to pull the back down and accidentally gave him a shock and touched him with my fingernail. “OUUCCHHH!! You hurt me.”

Oh my god.

Next, he complained, “It’s too long. Cam you change that?” Of course, as you might already suspect, the length is pretty much spot-on for where he told me he wanted it to end. I would say I’m within a half inch.

“Only if I reknit the entire sweater,” I said.

Next, he complained, “The front has a big baggy spot here. Can you make it a little smaller around?”

“Only if I reknit the entire sweater,” I said. You might remember that I started the sweater twice, ripping out the first 220 yards I had knitted to start over with a looser ribbing so the part he calls “baggy” is far less baggy than it would have been with the original tight ribbing and looser body. I dryly suggested he look at the pattern.

Next he said, “I don’t think I like this neck. Can you replace the neck with the neck shown in this pattern?” He points to a woman’s sweater with a cabled neckband.

“Yes I could,” I said, as I wrapped the sweater up and put it away. Until I get a “thanks for spending three months of your life knitting me a sweater” or even a “it’s really nice,” this sweater will NEVER be finished.

I should have followed my intuition and never agreed to knit this sweater.

I am now working on a nice set of mittens for me in a fair isle pattern — my first fair isle pattern. Knitting is fun again. I’m pretty excited about working in color.

Note: I will post a picture of the yet-unfinished sweater one of these days.

Note to self: Always follow intuition.

Out of the blue

March 13, 2009

Last night, like many nights, I was sitting on the canine sofa (the little loveseat that Opal, Jakob and I share) and the Resident non-Knitter was sitting on the feline sofa (the giant sofa with barely room for Ida Rose and RNK — they both get this sprawl thing going). We were watching a movie. I was knitting, still working on RNK’s sweater.

Out of the blue, he said, “It really is going to be a beautiful sweater.” Not sure I really heard that correctly, I asked him to repeat. Quite clearly he said, “It really is going to be a beautiful sweater.” WoW!

If you have been following along, you know that the RNK desire for a sweater was met by this knitter with extreme skepticism. None-the-less, I gamely sallied forth, knitting away, tinking away, knitting a little less gamely, tinking a little less enthusiastically, knitting, knitting, and more knitting. I believe the phrase “ape arms” even was mentioned.

He has steadfastly refused to try the sweater on — even though now would be a good time to check the fit while I could still do something about it. I presumed he was less than enamored with his sweater-to-be. Not so. I have proof. He said it twice.

He has been making comments that he thinks I am knitting “his” sweater in my size. Just to prove a point, I put it on last night. The sleeves come past the tips of my fingers. The bottom ribbing hits me somewhere around my upper thighs and the circumference at the chest is more than adequate for me even if I gain another 100 pounds or so. Not my size. I looked up from the image of myself in the mirror to see a grinning RNK behind me. “I guess it might fit me,” he said.

The end is in sight.

The end is in sight.

In the photo above, you can just see the bottom of one of my more recent acquisitions, a painting by David Montgomery. David is a talented plein air painter who lives and works in the San Luis Valley.

Raglan decreases

Raglan decreases

I’m fairly well-pleased at this point with the transition from a sweater written for flat knitting to a sweater knitted in the round. The raglan decreases turned out OK and I think that it looks like the decreasing for the neck is going to work out just fine too. However, I will keep my fingers crossed on that point until the neck stitches have all been picked up and a few rows of the neck band completed. Which should be soon.

Like the previous sweater, I had to make the switch from knitting round and round to knitting back and forth after I put the first neck stitches on a holder. This slows me down considerably. I do not cable well from the purl side.

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And, after I figured out that the problem with my camera was not camera-related (ie read: The problem with the camera was operator error.), I managed to grab a few quick shots of one of my orchids in bloom. This is the third year I’ve had this one and it’s really putting on a nice show for us with two lovely blossoms.

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orchid2

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It’s so hard to capture the color accurately. I love the way the sun shines through the petals and makes them sparkle. So lovely!

Meanwhile, I had another little spree:

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I was browsing through some photos on the computer yesterday and found that I cast on for my “first” sweater sometime last March. Now, a year later, I’ve purchased enough yarn to knit well over a dozen other sweaters, I’ve finished three two, and am closing in on the finishing for the forth third. At this rate of knitting/purchasing, I will be able to knit into eternity and back by next year. Heck. I probably can already if you take a look at my sock yarn stash, let alone the lace-weight pile. But hey, it’s good for the economy, right?