I never posted pictures of the Narragansett sweater that I made. The design is Thea Coleman, who is BabyCocktails on Ravelry. This was, like most of my sweater pattern choices, a quick knit. I think I made it in about two weeks. It should be understood that I spend two hours a day commuting on a train, so that probably translates into something like twenty hours of work. It’s a seamless top down pullover, which is pretty much the fastest knit that you’re going to find. It’s also majority stockinette, so you should choose a yarn with some visual interest, though too much visual interest will make it overwhelm. I chose Yarn of the Andes heather tweed, because I adore heathered tweeds. I think the fabric came out nicely. My picture is crappy, so you’ll just have to believe me. (It’s hard to control the photography when you’re also the model and your photographer has a very short attention span for fiber projects.)
I made it too big. it’s supposed to fit as it does in the pictures, but when I wear it, the neckline moves up and begins to choke a bit. I have a 36″ bust, so not wanting it to be too small, and having learned to differentiate between my size and garment size, I went for the next size up, which was 42″. Six inches of ease, I thought, would make certain that even if my gauge were off, the sweater would still get over my frame. Well, it does, with enough room to spare that it’s not as flattering as it should be. Whoops, lesson learned. This was before I went to the lecture by Debbie Bliss, where I learned that knitting fabric stretches a lot, so you’d be surprised who a 36″ sweater will fit. The next sweater will be for a 36″ bust and we’ll see how we do. If I ever finish the socks I’m working on.
I’ve been having serious focus problems with my knitting lately. I find that when I’m facing challenges in the rest of my life that it often does translate into a sort of artistic angst with my needlework. When I’m stressed from work (the current issue), suddenly nothing I’m doing on the needles is right. I tear out projects, doubt my yarn choices and feel completely unable to actually accomplish anything worthwhile. The creative reserves are depleted; my beloved fiber work becomes a source of distress. Augh. Recognizing this does seem to help me stop the madness and I think that I’ve just reached that point. My work stress is unlikely to resolve soon, since it’s dependent on several large projects that are going to be slow to complete (even though I am a rock star), but the least I can do is turn it off when I get home and actually enjoy the things that are supposed to give me pleasure. This week I turned the heel on that damn sock and for this week, that is just going to have to be enough.