Sweaters

Winter Knitting in the Heat

Whew! - these past two weeks certainly have been scorching hot in the northeast! A cold snap the final week of August faked me out and the subsequent heat wave caught me hauling out blankets and packing away my summer clothes. So here I sit with the air conditioner blasting, knitting snowflakes into a sweater that - true to its name - is making me sweat just pooled up in my lap. 

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Endless Sweater, Part 2

It probably makes me an unusual knitter that I never have WIPs sitting around that I intend to finish. My abandoned projects are either irretrievably flawed, never to be resumed, or they nag at me so aggressively once set down that I feel compelled to pick them back up. 

When I wrote my first post about the endless sweater I've been designing (or attempting to design), I planned to hibernate it for a while and come back with fresh eyes in a couple of months. That probably would actually have happened, had I not posted my progress on one of Yarnbox's Ravelry boards and asked for input on how I should remake the sleeves. Suggestions abounded (such a friendly group!) and one in particular got into my head. Once the idea was planted it wouldn't leave me alone.

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And Sometimes, Friends, You're Just Stuck

And Sometimes, Friends, You're Just Stuck

A few months ago, I started working on a pullover with no particular design in mind. I had four skeins of Ancient Arts 3-ply fingering/sock in Irish Linen and it was lovely and soft and all I could think of was how nice it would be to snuggle into a big cozy pullover this winter. I cast on in a simple stitch and whipped up an oversized front and back that are every bit as soft and warm as could be desired. And then the sleeves happened.

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Girl on the subway: thanks for the awesome sweater

Girl on the subway: thanks for the awesome sweater

Knitter friends, I think you will sympathize when I say I often cause myself awkward interactions with strangers who are wearing interesting knitted things. You know what I'm talking about. That awkward moment when you stand much too close to the slightly-unbalanced-looking man muttering to himself on the bus because you just need a better look at the color work in his hat. Or that moment when the girl next to you in the train shuffles uncomfortably to the other side of the car because you've been staring intently at her sweater for a solid ten minutes. Or the guy behind you in line at Starbucks strikes up a conversation, thinking your interest is in him, not his chunky scarf. I know I can't be the only one who does this.

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