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For years I've been labouring under the impression that my three children were completely different individuals.
Granted my two boys are the spitting image of each other when you
line up photographs of them at the same age, but other than that, chalk
and cheese.
That is until my daughter asked for a jumper for the snow.
Now readers of the Knitterati would remember that back in July I
was all huffy because the eldest son, Foatboy, asked me to whip up a
jumper in record time because he was going on a school excursion to the
snow. Last week Zegal pulled the same stunt. She was going to the snow
and she gave me a week to knit her a jumper.
She is lucky that I am the best mother in the world and I finished the jumper with a day to spare.
Thankfully she is considerably smaller than her big brother and
luckily I still had some Merino Spun hiding in the non-stash in my
shed.
But, as I know from experience that Merino Spun pills like a
demon, I decided to do some stitch patterning in it so Zegal was given
a book of traditional guernsey patterns to choose from while I sat down
and worked out a pattern.
She chose a simple diamond pattern enclosed in what I think are
called gutters and I worked out a bottom up pattern that I could attach
the sleeves to, then do raglan decreases for the yoke. Luckily the
pattern fitted into the stitch count without too much hair tugging and
off I went.
Deciding to throw in a pattern to try and avoid all that ruddy
pilling was inspired because the knitting seemed to go faster as I was
constantly changing from knit to purl and back again. You could see the
jumper growing as the diamonds appeared, it wasn't a case of what
seemed like metres of boring stocking stitch.
The end result is a heavy, bulky and slightly too large jumper but
considering she will be wearing several layers out there on the boulder
fields while helping her dad catch and release pygmy possums for
National Parks, a jumper that is too large is probably the best type of
jumper to have, particularly as the forecast for this weekend is snow, snow and more snow on the mountain peaks.
Even during 'normal' November weather there is usually a
snow drift or two out in the remote areas where they go looking for the
possums, so each year I get a photograph or two of a wobbly snowman and
a little girl next to it. This year I'm expecting a Daddy sized snowman as well.
Now I've finished this snow jumper I'd better get a start on Jar's
snow jumper seeing as his siblings have demanded one, it's his turn now
surely?
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