Why does it feel like Christmas is about ten seconds away?
It’s still only Friday. Oh, I know why. Because with driving time, I have
worked EIGHTY SEVEN hours this week. Today I had eight hours off between
shifts. Excuse me while I yawn eight or nine more times.
If you were here, you’d see me looking up at the clock,
shifting around in my chair, biting my pen, taking a sip of water. Can you imagine? Have you ever heard of such a thing?
I am BORING. I am trying to think of some way to amuse you,
some trick that I can pull out of a hat for this long drive to Grandma’s house.
You kicking the back of the seat is NOT going to get us there any faster, young
lady (or gent).
So this: What’s your accidental favorite handmade sweater?
By that I mean this: I have a few favorite sweaters. I love the recent
Venetian buttons. I wear my purple alpaca quite often. I’m proud of them – they
fit and they look good. (Click the Finito sweater on the left to see iffen you want.)
And then there’s the orange one. Remember Orange Alert?
Three years ago, I made it with a panel of five-stitch stockinette running down the
middle, because I was going to make it into a cardigan. But I never did, just
wore it occasionally as a pullover, usually while camping.
It’s Paton’s Classic Wool, so it pills something fierce, and
it looks all raggedy now, in any light. And for the last two months, I have been
living in it. Ever since the weather changed, it’s my dog-walking sweater. I
pull it on over my tee-shirt on my way to the dog park or the beach, and
unfortunately for those around me, I don’t usually take it off when I get home.
It’s the most comfortable, lightweight, warm-but-not-too-hot sweater I’ve ever
worn. And because I don’t care about it, have never Loved it, I’m not concerned
about the dogs jumping up all muddy or sandy on me. I don’t care about pulling
the sleeves up past my elbows to do dishes. It’s just right.
I keep a hat, and some big clunky mittens (have I shown you
those yet?) and a scarf and a big zipped hoodie in case of rain in the back of
the car, and I pull them on as I load dogs in or out of the car. But the
sweater, it stays on, and now I capital-L Love it.
Walking dogs, in the cool sun.
So, tell me about your favorite sweater, the one you wear the most, even if it’s not the best one, the most elegant one you ever made. Send me a link to a picture. Entertain me. Please?
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