The time seems to fly. Either that or the amount of the daylight has an inpact on my daily life. That is if you have only two to three hours of daylight, you get only two to three hours worth of jobs done.
I have had good intentions but have done very little actual knitting over the past days. Lots of good will and thinking but not much more. We have a saying in Finnish that "well thought is half done". No matter how hard I have thought I don't see a half made sweater here.
But I have thought a lot of the perfect sweater. I will be making a raglan sweater following the advice of Elizabeth Zimmermann in Knitting without Tears. I’m confident of not ending up in tears with her by my side. I did another swatch with Cascade 220.
I don’t like ribbing that pulls much but I have made so many sweaters with either picot edge or similar in the past years so some kind of ribbing will be a nice change. Here is the swatch for the kind of ribbing I'm thinking and I’m also thinking about making false seams continuing these purl stitches up to the underarms. I don’t think that I will make a long sweater but the collar will probably be on the longer side, probably a turtle neck. I’m looking for a classic, not boxy, and simple and wearable pattern for myself, pattern that with minor adjustments for different yarns will be playing an important role in search of “wear thy knitting”. Very much in the spirit of MasonDixon Perfect Sweater.
It is raining for the second day in a row again. We had snow in between but somehow I’m now confident that we are heading for the colder snowy days. I have put up some decorations today. The girls were baking ginger bread cookies yesterday and my husband made something very good. He stuffed prunes (that had been soaked in cognac for a longish period) with marzipan and then dipped these beauties in chocolate. Healthy for the soul.
Thank you for all your nice comments on my daughter and her shawl. She enjoyed her day. I enjoyed seeing her enjoy. I have lots of nice memories of the girls when they were small but I never thought that seeing them almost grown up would feel so good as it does now. I always thought that the times when they were tiny and needed me most were the best times. I never knew it would be so great to see them do various things on their own and talk about their dreams and meet their friends. Some days it is a bit frustrating to be aware of the fact that I don’t have much saying about the stuff I know I know best…
Only three hours of daylight but enough to buy some yarn.