… as opposed to knitting a cardie :-)
It started with this jumper … I think I inherited it from an aunty … it’s lambswool with a bit of mohair. Very soft and cosy. But it was just a little claustrophobic as a jumper and it’s sat, unworn, in my woollens cupboard for the last three years. So – time to go or change. Change sounded like fun.
I measured to the middle of the front. Chopped it straight up, cheerful as. And not a single row began to unravel. Knitting is so much more resilient than we often give it credit for!
I found the perfect size piece of fabric – a 5 inch strip, full width. Cut it in half lengthwise so I that I had 2 1/2 inch strips. Ironed them in half lengthwise and stitched them onto the right side of the jumper, raw edges together, as I would a quilt binding. I hand stitched this into place on the wrong side, taking care to keep the stitches as close to the binding’s edge on the front so as to help them hide.
Then … a wee bit of crochet. Oh, I couldn’t help it. I’m just smitten with these sweet edgings. I pondered a crocheted “brooch” on the upper left side. Abby said yes! – but I think she says yes to most things just to amuse me. Julian said no! – go for less is more, it looks lovely right now. So I stopped. Maybe I’ll make one that I can put on and take off.
I love how it’s turned out – looks kind of 1950s - makes me think of a Miss Marple film.
It’s such a treat to wear now – so cosy! so soft! so easy! I shall certainly be keeping my eyes out for another similar jumper – I’d really like one in red and one in grey. Yes, that would be good. Until then, pink is just fine.
And now, I’m off to bed with a new lighthouse book … The Light Between Oceans, by M. L. Stedman. It’s set on a tiny, rocky island off the southern coast of Western Australia shortly after World War I. The protagonists are a married couple who are the island’s lighthouse keepers. It begins with their rescue of a baby who has washed ashore in a small dinghy. It’s beautifully written, so descriptive … Ms. Stedman has a magical way with words … and terribly moving. Oh life is so complicated isn’t it. It also feeds into my lighthouse fascination so well – oooooh, I can just picture the howling winds and enormous waves. But there’s still a way to go and plenty to yet unravel. So I shall say goodnight … and hang this newly chopped pink cardie on my desk chair until tomorrow.