Showing posts with label traveling cable sweater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traveling cable sweater. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Traveling cables now apply only to elevators in my life!


With neck nightmares behind me now, the traveling cable sweater is complete. Carole, thanks for your comment, I'm glad other people can relate to my knitting strife, it gives some comfort to know that we all go through it! I think I like the sweater, I'm wearing it right now. It was great to use up some stash yarn from over ten years ago. I bought the yarn hoping to turn it into my version of a popular J Crew sweater and lost interest so it's fun to see that it became a cable sweater after all.


It's a classic '90's pattern, boxy with blousey sleeves. The Bartlett yarn I used is stiff as well which in places accentuates the box, and as the picture is showing, not completely flattering. It is super warm and will be a great weekend sweater so for now I'm happy. I can always take the sleeves back and slim them down. I did modify the pattern a bit but knitting it to my measurements verses following the sizes listed. Hey '80's fashions came back, maybe the '90's will too? Who knows.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Getting closer and closer and closer and.................

I'm so close I can feel it. I have that twitchy anxious can't sit still feeling, all for a sweater. This project has not been hard, just full of mistakes on my part. I've made mismatched cuffs with the front and back and had to frog one of them completely back to start again. I've had to change the length and then question my decision. I've gotten tired of cables and had to take a break and now, there's difficulty lining up the collar. But I'm ALMOST FINISHED! I can feel the end in sight. It's even blocked and ready to sew up as soon as I can figure out this darned neck. I feel neck nightmares in the near future. No one likes neck nightmares, it's too close to the finish line.

In more happier news, today was the first outside ride of the season for Mr. Romance and myself. I wonder if the sight of me sucking wind and dragging my out of shape butt up a hill increases the romance factor or decreases it? I'll have to ask............I'm pretty sure my preoccupation with this sweater is a romance killer - he doesn't respond to my rantings about it anymore. Oops