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Not too long ago I drop a bunch of stitches when
my oldest child asked for a jumper – made by me! This was of course
before the trip to the snow when he needed a jumper in the wink of an
eye.
Now the eldest is 11 and has hit that I’m-too-cool stage.
Every hint or plea to knit him a jumper had been met with a no or a grunt.
So when he made his request I was so shocked that the stitches jumped as well.
“What colour, do you want skulls, stripes, a zip jacket, what do you want, I’ll knit it!”
He didn’t want skulls, forget strips, and he didn’t want it holey.
Holey it seems is 11-year-old speak for bulky,
what he wanted was a dark blue jumper with little stitches, an 8ply not
a bulky 12ply.
So the race was on before he changed his mind and
I threw pattern books at him and raced out the door. If this isn’t a
reason to hunt for yarn to put in the non-stash (the stash we don’t
admit too) I don’t know what is.
I came home with enough Totem to knit an adult
jumper, which is just as well as Foatboy had settled on what will be my
most complicated knit to date, an Elizabeth Zimmerman fish trap jumper.
It has cables everywhere and saddle shoulders and
like all Zimmerman garments, the directions are more like suggestions
than a pattern.
So I’ve charted up a small men’s and started.
It has to be a man size because he and his sister
keep interrupting my knitting with other demands on my time, such as
the need for a jumper for the snow in a week. And as this pattern will
be a complete labour of love, I don't think I'll be finishing before he
moves from his tweens to his teens. I’m hoping that by the time I do finish it he will still fit into it, and still be cool enough to wear it.
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