All that was left to finish up my sweater was the buttons. I have failed to find the perfect buttons for my cardigan, and for now I am giving up the fight.
I drove around town to 4 places. None had 5 matching buttons that were right. My preference was wood buttons, but they were all the wrong size, the wrong color, or the store had but 2 of them. I tried leather but it was the wrong look. I would have tried something silver and old fashionedey if I’d found the right ones. No store stocked more than 3. What would you do with only 3 buttons? I am disappointed in you, Madison Button-Stockers. You are falling down on the job.
I ordered some buttons on Etsy – and gave them the wrong shipping address. They ended up back with the seller in California. You could say I took it as a sign, but really I just lost patience. I ultimately settled on the wrong color for the sake of being able to wear the sweater sooner. I’ll still keep a look-out though. Switching buttons is easy.
Punkin and I now rock matching sweaters, which feels very lucky. She’s had a rough month, poor old girl, with cancer-removal surgery and then emergency surgery to deal with an scary abscess. Happily, her staples came out yesterday, thank goodness, because she was an absolute menace to the Christmas tree – the cone of shame flung ornaments in all directions every time she walked by. But I digress. This is about our lovely matching sweaters (I did not knit hers).
BUTTON UPDATE: Moments before hitting “publish”, the doorbell rang. The post man delivered a small package from California – the buttons found me after all, despite the long-expired forwarding address and being marked “return to sender”. Hurray! It’s a button-miracle!
Shortening the sleeves on my cardigan was far more mentally than technically challenging. I used instructions from the excellent TECHknitting. I measured 42 times to verify where the cuffs should begin, picked up the stitches onto my needle, and chopped off below it with scissors. Cutting straight through knitted fabric feels reckless and horrifying. I don’t believe I will ever be able to steek anything.
I thought I’d be thrifty and reuse the yarn, but since I’d already blocked (washed) the sweater, the yarn had definite ideas about what shape it wanted to stay in – small intestine shaped- and reknitting it wasn’t going to happen. Luckily I had spare yarn, because I didn’t want to take the time to recondition the old yarn. I know it can be done, and I’ve saved the yarn to
sit in my yarn stash forever collecting dust fix it in the future.
Overall I’m happy with how it turned out. Three niggling things annoy me a bit but not enough to keep me from wearing it.
- My row gauge must have been a bit off because the arm hole is too deep. This makes things fit a little wonky so I just try not to think about it.
- I made an error on the yoke in the back, probably using the wrong-slanting decrease, so there’s one bloody stitch that looks out of place in the nice crisp line of stitches across the shoulders. I can’t see it when I’m wearing it. But I KNOW IT’S THERE.
- The length is longer than I was going for – I should have taken the weight of the fabric pulling it longer into account. But better too long than too short.
It’s not terrible, it’s just not perfect. It drives Kyle crazy that I say this, as he knows the time I put into it, and to him it just looks like a sweater. He is not a knitter, so he does not understand, and so I forgive him his annoyance. I’ll still enjoy wearing it, and I can give it another go, maybe next fall with a different pattern, and incorporate the things I’ve learned.
My knitting needles took a vacation this summer but I decided to go big this fall. Cruising around a pattern database, I saw a throw I loved:
Hourglass, designed by Anne Hanson. There were problems. I would never finish a blanket that takes 2800 yards of yarn, and I only really loved it because it was wrapped around the model. (While she drank tea, but I digress.) Clearly, that throw was supposed to be a sweater. I was going to make it happen.
I’ve knit smaller sweaters for the kids, but I’ve never knit myself a full sweater, let alone one for which a pattern doesn’t exist, so this was a big undertaking. (OK, there was one bag of a bulky, never-worn disaster back in 2006 before I knew how to choose patterns and yarn carefully.) I searched for a cardigan pattern I thought could be modified to accommodate the cable and lace pattern from the throw, and settled on Little Wave, by Gudrun Johnston.
Lots of math and swatching and gnashing of teeth later, I cast on. In the month since then, I’ve spent roughly 82,000 hours knitting. I’ve ignored the children, the dog, the husband. I did more math. I knit some more. I painstakingly unknit 4 rows. I did more math. I discovered a mis-crossed cable 9 rows down and performed emergency surgery, delicately dropping only those 4 stitches down to my mistake and reconstructing them correctly. I’ve worn a nice groove into the couch, where I spend each evening knitting and watching Doctor Who. The lengthening fabric of my sweater caught my tears when David Tennant died (Matt Smith is so not my doctor). I realized the sweater is Tardis blue and that cheered me a little. I urge the kids out the door to school earlier and earlier each morning so I can pick up where I’ve left off the day before. The dishes collect on the counter unwashed. Clean laundry is in short supply. I forgot to plant garlic until 12 hours before our first snow. Every day, an hour before Kyle comes home, I desperately cast about the kitchen for something I can quickly throw on plates for dinner. Tonight we might be reduced to cereal because I’m writing about knitting instead of driving to buy groceries.
But the end is in sight. I’ll finish the second shoulder today and all that will be left to do is grafting the saddle stitches. And knitting the button band. And the collar. And the pockets. And sewing up the holes under the arms. And adding buttons. And blocking. On second thought, I might need another month.
But at least it’s looking like a sweater. And I will never wear anything else ever again.
Thirty seven degrees and they felt no cold.
Tea reports he got 87 pieces of loot.
Hooray for kids who love to share!
Thank goodness for this blog, because I don’t want to be:
a) Cleaning for my mother-in-law’s visit tonight.
b) Grocery shopping to fill my totally empty cupboards.
c) Making a dinner we can reheat so we have time to trick or treat without extra stress.
d) Planting the garlic I should have planted on Monday, when it was 73 degrees. (We woke up to a blustery day with snow on the ground.)
Instead I can share random pictures from around the house yesterday.
Their planned pumpkins turned out pretty close to the final products, I think.