I really want to knit this sweater. I think I must be a little crazy.
Here is why I think I am crazy. The sweater is knit with laceweight yarn. Laceweight. With Size 2 needles. I don’t know that I would like this sweater on me, but I could find someone it would look good on. (This may involve finding the smallest person I know.) I just really like it. I’ve always been interested in the idea of knitting a sweater with a really light yarn. I’d thought more maybe fingering weight, but LACE weight? I’ll think about it some more. Besides that, it’s time to get going on THE SWEATER.
I am reading a really interesting book about a lady who documents her year long process of knitting a very complex sweater. She also interviews many well known knitting bloggers (at least well known to knitters who read such things. Like me.), and she shares quite abit of knitting history. So somewhere in this book she writes that the idea of knitting a fair isle garment flat, instead of in the round, is “exceptionally silly.” The pattern I found is fair isle knitted flat. I tend to agree with that so this has had me flusterated, as Davey says. But, I am going to just give it awhirl and see how it goes. It may be fine. I am already trying to substitute my colorwork for what is on the sweater. I really don’t want to have to figure out how to knit the pattern in the round as well. Especially since I am not the most experienced sweater knitter in the world. I plan to cast on today. I hope.
Finally, Davey went to a 3 hour camp at the Little Gym today. He had a big time. I went to the mall across the street and spend a few hours knitting and reading in Panera and then Borders. We hadn’t both left Davey since we moved here, and I don’t leave him much anyway, so it always kind of leaves me anxious just the entire time he is away from me. I am going to have to work on that.
So I returned about 10 minutes early to pick him up. He saw me through the glass and ran towards me as fast as he could. He had a very anxious expression. I could hear him yelling through the glass, “No Mommy, can’t you leave for a little while longer? I am not ready!” I assured him that I was going to sit and knit and we didn’t have to leave yet. Back he went. They were playing with bouncing balls and Miss Heather was blowing bubbles. Then they did a fun crazy dance which was hilarious to watch.
There was a boy doing his own thing. This consisted of rolling himself up inside a long mat so that he was like the inside of a burrito. I saw Davey walk over to him. This boy was about 6 I think. Davey spoke to him for a moment and then walked away.
When I picked Davey up, I asked him what he was talking to the boy about. “I was telling him not to be a cheater!” I didn’t realize that Davey knew what a cheater was. Apparently, he’d learned that at camp. I asked him what the boy was doing that was cheating? “Mommy. I don’t want to talk about that.” Also, “Mommy, don’t ask me that.” I got a lot of this, but eventually through my sporadic persistence, he talked to me about his day. Apparently the boy had pronounced himself to be a cheater. Davey did not like this. Not one bit.