I thought for sure this would be the post where I ranted about how I ran out of yarn on Christmas Eve–when all was quiet, calm, and peaceful in the house until I realized my folly and started cussing up a storm (I always do). Followed by how I had to order one final skein from Knitpicks for $6 plus the $14 in shipping. And then topped off with, “just like last year.” (Because I did run out of yarn for Reed’s sweater last year and had to order the final skein for $6 (or less), plus the additional $45 in random yarn I added to the cart to qualify for “Free Shipping.”
Not this year.
It was close, but I made it.
I tried to sneak by without the hood, but Reed had insisted it was vital to his satisfaction. The first thing he asked when he unwrapped the sweater: does it have a hood?
Yes, dear child, it has a stinking hood. Even though it’s kind of pointy, which is why I tried to skip it in the first place.
Mom doesn’t like pointy hoods.
I think it’s a bit big and will surely grow more after blocking (Santa didn’t have time for blocking). I suspect this one will fit for another year, maybe even two. I don’t much care for the seed stitch edging (too old school in a not-cool kinda way) and wish I would have realized this fashion deficiency and modified it with some ribbing from the get go. Alas, I was too far into the game before it occurred to me.
I admit I skipped over the requested “triangle buttons.” After twenty years of knitting, this was my first button band.
(Apparently there’s a first time for everything.)
I typically avoid buttons and such fidgety things, but Reed insisted he had a “jacket.” I found the art of matching the buttons to the sweater to be quite stressful and do believe I will try to outsource this task in the future to someone perhaps more qualified than I at assessing what goes nicely with what.
I’m not sure how much use this sweater will actually get. Based on last year’s sweater, the art of wearing seems to entirely hinge on my own ability to get it out and squish it over his sticky little head. Worn or not, I did find deep satisfaction in this little knit (even though I think it’s one of my less attractive projects). When I knit stuff for Reed, I meditate on my love for him and find meaning in making him something special. I suppose that’s just what moms do.
Love ya, Reed.