I have been a little lax in the commitment I made last month to post more often. The thing is, and I know a lot of you will completely understand, I am an obsessive knitter. Once I have a project in hand, all I want to do is work on it. Stopping to write a blog post, or do laundry, or whathaveyou, is just not anywhere on my radar.
A few weeks ago I went stash diving and decided to make myself a gigantic cozy sweater to wear to Rhinebeck. I have lots of discontinued yarn in my stash that I can't design with but that I love too much to give away, sell, or donate. One of these yarns found its way onto my needles – 7 precious skeins of Queensland Kathmandu Chunky, a scrumptious blend of merino, silk, and cashmere. I wanted to make one of those sweaters that you see all the time in romantic comedies. You know the one, it's huge and slouchy and the lead actress wears it as she drinks too much wine and laments what could have been in an impossibly beautiful downtown loft.
Now I am no rom-com heroine, but I do love a cozy sweater. I wear them as outerwear, layering on scarves, hats and mittens until the winter winds finally force me to get out a real coat. From the moment I purchased the Kathmandu Chunky, this sweater is what it was always meant to be. So I knit like a woman possessed. And before I knew it — it was chunky yarn after all — I'd made myself that sweater that I'd dreamt of. It is a wonderful thing when that image you had in your head slips off your needles so effortlessly. Trust me, this is not often the case in my knitting life.
Sofie is modeling it here, and in my size it is truly enormous on her. A quality she finds delightful. I will need to hide this one well, or it will end up on her back for most of the winter.
Now if only it would be cool enough on Saturday to wear such a sweater.