I hath completed mine sweater.
It is magnifique.
It is luscious.
It is yummy.
And in all other ways perfection.
Fiona supervised its final stages of construction.
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She thinks everything in this house belongs to her.
Everything.
I sewed my seams using the mattress stitch and they are perfect. The front edges hang just nicely. My guage must be pretty steady. It took me about four and a half hours to finish it. Sewing up sweater seams is not something I do every day, so it was stressful. I really had to go to my zen place. I got on my bike for a while to go watch the jets flying, so as not to get cranky at one point.
Here is a picture that shows the texture of the yarn quite well:
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It also shows the wide variations in the colors. It has several tones of brown and bits of gray.
Here is a close up of the clasp:
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I chickened out in making buttonholes. Besides I don't button sweaters anyway.
I'm glad I chose a clasp. It suits this yarn in my opinion.
And last but not least, Fiona tried to claim the finished product, but I'm having none of it.
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This is my sweater. Made with special yarn from my special friend P.
I learned a lot knitting this sweater. I learned that no knitted object is an island unto itself. At various points during its creation, I asked advice from two women in my knitting guild, one person on Ravelry, and from my entire Tuesday afternoon knitting group.
The way I figure it, there is a line of wisdom that goes back all the way to the first person who started fiddling with two sticks and some fiber. I am indebted to them all.
And I think I am even more aware of this line because of the nature of this barely processed yarn. It has the character of a sweater that might have been knit in Scotland a few centuries ago.
I like that idea.
It suits me.
One should also understand for future reference, that black sheep really aren't black. They are brown. This may have some deep philosophical meaning. [Or not] I'm just making note of it.
Anyway, I love my sweater that I knit with way more than a 'little' help from my friends.