Retreating from a Blustery Day

I enjoyed our recent break from the typical Wyoming winter. It snowed, and I got the kids out to play in it multiple times in the two whole days of it, but alas all good things must come to an end. And by an end, I mean that the wind has returned and is carrying our snow off to Nebraska or other places further afield. If it were a calmer day, it would be downright balmy at 34 degrees this morning while we were on our first walk of the day. Except, it's not calm. In fact, the windchill was somewhere below 10 and made me wish that I too, like the dogs, had a fur coat of my own.

Why am I out in that you may ask? Because regardless of the wind, my boys just don't care. They NEED to get out. In fact, I NEED for them to get out. Or they follow me around the house all day stuck to me like glue, crying, whimpering, and carrying on like damn fools to the point that I yell at them to go away, give me a 3 foot bubble and dammit, I can't put on shoes with a furry butt on my lap, a wet nose stuck through my legs or in my ear, or any of the other multiple ways they find to just be there. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but I thank the heavens I don't ever have to worry about having a clingy toddler of my own. Filicide would seem like such a minor thing I think. God Bless parents everywhere and Thank God I'm not one.

So, now with a walk under our belts the market run done and dogs sacked out in their favorite spots, I get to focus on other things.

Such as finishing the reworking of Bob's sweaters sleeves.

Do you see the difference between the two sleeves? Yeah, I didn't know any better when I made Bob this sweater. It was my second sweater (the first being for me) and I followed that pattern to the T since it was nothing like the raglan I had made mine from. Even though it was made for a 6 foot + giant of a man and Bob and I are both 5 foot 8. The designer even stated that this was her first sweater design ever which should have made me do some thinking, but I held to the belief that if you just keep knitting, it will all be okay. And it was, okay. Just okay.

Really, the only big issue were the sleeves. They're monstrous! Both in length (they grew in blocking) and worse, in width. They're like bell bottom jeans. And poor Bob so proudly wore my work, and just tried rolling those bad boys up. They don't stay put when rolled, they get caught on things like car gear shifts and door knobs and seem to find their way into almost anything your good wool sweater shouldn't like ketchup, oil, and all other manner of things. So as I wrapped up Christmas knitting I decided to pull this bad boy out, rip back the sleeves and re-knit them.

The only problem was, I had absolutely no desire to work on them. There's a reason it took me three years to get this far. This sweater in the end may cause a break up if he thinks I don't care about us as much as I don't care about this sweater. Actually, that's not true. This is a lovely sweater and about as warm as a sweater can get. The cabled rib piles up on itself and holds in so much heat than on cold days you can wear just the sweater and a fleece vest to walk the dogs in and be perfectly comfortable. Honestly, I think a large part of it has to do with the dark gray. My own sweater was a close color match, and then there were the gray socks. I think my eyes are tired of gray at this moment. But as I have over the last week, I'm going to sit down crank on the DVR and hide from the wind with this sweater and finish the damn sleeves. I only have about half a sleeve to go for pity's sake. As you can see in the above picture, one is done, and I over the last two evenings have put a good dent in the second. So fingers crossed, here I go.

And if I'm a good kid and get several repeats done today, I'll reward myself with some spinning. I have a lovely merino silk blend to work on.


Joe-in Wyoming's picture

Bravo, Q. The spinning looks like a great way to reward yourself for reworking the sweater. The new sleeves are much better and I'm fairly sure Bob will gladly wear the sweater as much as possible once it is done.

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AKQGuy's picture

Thanks Joe. I'm actually having some issues with the slick silk but I think it will be lovely. AS for the sweater, I think it will be completed tonight or tomorrow at the latest.

Joe-in Wyoming's picture

Silk is an extremely interesting fiber to spin. Tricky as all get out but so lovely when finished. I like the fact that it is a blend of wool and silk...a friend had me try 100% silk, which required spinning very fine to show off the best results. I had to really work at it and the stress just about had me screaming for mercy. Looking forward to seeing your finished yarn, though.

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ronhuber's picture

If it bothers you, I am glad you are reworking the sleeves. I usually throw projects like that directly into the garbage because I have already lost interest. When I had pets, they made wonderful bed liners. Have you noticed that when you put your knitting down the cat falls asleep on it? I also love days like the one you described, the promise of spring in the air and a reminder to enjoy the last days of winter.

AKQGuy's picture

Oh, I couldn't throw this away. One, it's no longer my sweater, it's Bob's. I just happen to be the knitter of said item. Two, that was my second sweater ever and there was a LOT of work put into it. I would feel like I wasted my time, and I didn't. It's a wonderful sweater with just two, well, three glitches. Two sleeves that just need touched up and a finishing issue that I didn't know how to do three years ago and now I do. But that last issue was such a quick fix (literally, maybe 15minutes at the very most) that I can't really count it as a problem. No, I definitely couldn't throw it away. If it were truly an issue or if he continues making a mess out of the sleeves and they end up damaged I could see removing them and creating a pillow with the remainder. Full it a bit, seam the arm holes, bottom and stuff it through the neck hole before seaming. It would make a lovely throw. But I couldn't trash it. Sometimes projects just need to be re-worked. Like the ruana to table runner issue I had.

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michaelpthompson's picture

Great Story Q. You'll at least have the satisfaction of not having given up. There's a certain sense of accomplishment to that. And I know the feeling of not wanting to abandon something to which you gave all those hours of your life.

"All knitting is just one stitch at a time."