The Tweed Cardigan had its final stitch last night and today I took it through the snow to the photo shoot spot by the lake. It was windy and the tippet got blown away and thus has a little snow icing in the picture. (There should be whirling snow later today.)
The yarn was used up completely, I think I have one yard left. The pattern (Kim Hargreaves Design) was clear and easy to do and I'm happy with the feel of the cardigan.
I'm going to knit something small next, maybe mittens, gloves or finally a beret I have been dreaming of for a long time.
Last week I was suffering (not much, a little) back pain so I had to take out my silky woolens to wear under jeans. It always helps...
While getting the sophisticated nice pair of pants from the drawer I came across which I think deserves to be called a family heirloom. We have a little skiing cottage up north (it is possible to go further up) which doesn't have electricity or any modern necessities. We go up there once or twice in a winter and I'm the weakest chain in this family when it comes to tolerating cold. When we discuss what each one of us should bring along, my dear husband always says to me sternly: You take the pants.
The cottage is the only place on earth where I can wear these... They belonged to my Dad and I have inherited them for the cottage use. They were knitted back in the 50's by my Mom. Mom said that they were so warm Dad couldn't use them at all. Knitting something like this is a true act of love. This is the back view...
...here some details in the front.
Need I say more? Mom is the last (not the least) person on my list of inspiring women. I would love to hear what inspires you!
Ps. The Moose dance has not yet been held.