As I mentioned on Sunday, I have spent the past couple of days knitting. It’s a cardigan for my friend’s son, who was born last month.
This is not because I have suddenly started liking it again – if this project has proved anything is that if knitting and I were a celebrity couple the TMZ headline would definitely say OFF! – but because a dear, dear friend asked me to make one of these. And she never asks for anything, so I was determined to get this done.
All in all this was a quick make, so I reckon I have spent the same amount of time completing this as I have complaining about how much I dislike knitting now that I have taken up sewing.
This is no small matter. I knitted for over 30 years and at times it was a big part of maintaining my grip on sanity.
Incidentally, when I was a knitter I used to think people who made their own clothes were crazy. But then again I used to think runners were ridiculous and improvisation something for mega-nerds who were nerdier than me.
An open mind really can save you from your own idiocy.
See? I am doing it again. Rambling on about my brain rather than the actual project. So:
- measured an existing cardigan that baby wears for reference;
- leftover DK-weight wool acrylic mix. Approx 140 grams used. I have some beige left but no more blue. I gave away most of my knitting yarn earlier this year and I do not miss it all;
- 4mm needles, 18 st for 4 inches;
- body and sleeves worked in the round using magic loop because neither was wide enough;
- body and sleeves joined and raglan shoulders worked in striped pattern;
- body steeked (very badly) and then finished with Shetland wool which will hopefully felt around the bad steeking. Otherwise, I reckon baby will outgrow this long before the bad steeking becomes an issue;
- make again? I think I will knit for baby until the projects are so big that I really hate them, and then I will ‘fess up to my friend.
Or I might just fall in love with this again. After all, I am a sucker for a happy ending!