I wrote this long, lovely post on Friday about a sweater lost and a sweater finished. And then I navigated away from the page before clicking the green publish button. And then I cried.
But the post still lives in my head (probably in a more abbreviated form) so here we go again.
Once upon a time there was a sweater that I wanted to be mine. I loved everything about it - the shape, the lovely details, the color. The only thing I didn't love was the cost of the suggested yarn, despite my passion for the yarn itself. So, the idea sat for a long time. I surfed Ravelry looking at other people's version of the sweater in different yarns. I decided to knit it out of Cascade EcoWool, which I bought on sale (and which I also love). I did the math for a different gauge. I cast on. I wasn't totally in love with the hem with the thicker yarn, but it was fine. I kept going. I knit and I knit and I knit off and on over the summer. By early August, I had knit the body to the underams and was working on sleeves.
It was idyllic, really. The ocean, the pink wine, the sleeve knitting. I took my completed sleeves home. After the busyness of the late August/early September life rush, I joined the body and the sleeves and started knitting the underarm decreases, while expanding the bobble pattern on the fronts. As I reached the end of the decreases, I realized that the pattern was approaching the edge faster on one side than on the other. (the knitters are gasping).
Here's where I make the long story short. I ripped the whole thing out. All of it. By the time I got back to where my mistakes were located, I would have had to knit most of the body of the sweater again. And I didn't want to. I agonized for a bit over finishing what I start and setting a good example, but the truth of the matter was that the yarn wasn't the best fit for the pattern. So out it went. I have found a better pattern for the yarn and a better yarn for the pattern. The end.
But not really the end - because there's another sweater (actually two). A sweet, tiny, adorable sweater that was just the right thing for getting back on the horse.
I love this sweater. Love. And so does she. It's the ever popular Milo pattern knit in 1.5 skeins of Brooklyn Tweed Shelter. The gauge is different, so I knit the 9 month size to get a 3T. I also knit it long so that there could be 3 owls in the cable and to make it more of a long tunic for over leggings.
I can't believe it took me this long to jump on the Milo bandwagon (well, other than those years in Phoenix). It's the perfect thing for a toddler - warm but not confining. Easy to layer. And in the Shelter it's so light that I think she forgets that it's on until she has to show it to someone and say "my mama knit it for me. See my owls?" *love*
There's another one on the needles. Because she asked for a blue one. But in between, I knit her a different sweater that will be the subject of another post (soon).
In my last post, we were talking about how totally cute her pigtails were. And I went and cut them off. Now she's even more cute. The piggies were a very rare occurrance - most of the time her hair just swung wildly off of her head. One day I said casually "hey, want a haircut?" And she said yes! So we hightailed it right to the haircut lady.
I can't believe how different she looks - it's like she matured overnight. But she's still my baby girl.
Writing that all over again wasn't as hard as I thought. Whew!