I knitted this sweater at least eight years ago and probably have worn it in as many times. I submitted it for the Black Sheep Gathering fiber show then, and Judith MacKenzie awarded me a blue ribbon. I'm proud of it. It's the first project I made from fiber that I bought as fleece, had processed and then spun. It has all the flattering shape of sweatshirt, in spite of all my detailed knitting.
It has been a candidate for "reassignment" for years. The fleece is from Terry Mendenhal and I think she said the fleece color was champagne - can't remember. I'm sure it was prettier on the animal than in a garment. I had thought about painting the sweater, ripping it and reknitting but realized that while fun, the garment would probably still not be a wearable garment. I've decided that Sunday is a "should" free day, which means I don't think I should clean the counter, deck, floor, mirror - whatever. I decided I "wanted" to rip out this sweater.
It took a few hours but my sweater now looks like this. It's really lovely yarn, a triple-ply Merino. I'm already eyballing several recipes for it's reincarnation. I'm lucky that it was a lovely afternoon so I could sit the front deck to the accompaniment of bird songs. I thought -you really should skein these now so you can soak them. Hush brain.
The most frustrating thing of all, more than snags and knots, were the flies. I was wearing shorts and flip-flops and shorts, and the flies kept walking on my feet and legs. I told Ian I was going to change clothes but he said wait a minute. He came out with this baggie of pennies in water. It's something he had read about in the Handyman magazine. They said if you'd hang it on your porch, it would ward off flies. I don't get it, but I also didn't get another fly.
The county fair........
14 hours ago