Having made this sweater in the traditional style, I'm going through a bit of a 'getting used to" curve of how the sleeves feel being a tad short and this is definately the first sweater I've ever owned that was tight, however I happened to finish it on one of the first cold snap nights and now I see why old fishermen loved this style. It really does keep the wind out and trap the heat in the textured patterns. This has me pacing to start on the Aran now since it has more detail and heavier yarn.
And speaking of starting on the Aran, After working with size 4's dpns, and finishing with size 2 dpns, working on size 8's now is like working with telephone poles, or trying to use kindergarten pencils for chopsticks. Not to mention swapping from gansey weight wool to authentic Aran weight wool, is like working with rope now. It could be worse though, my wife has started her eyestrain project today. She's working on a Faroese lace shawl with size 5's and lace weight yarn. No thanks. Working on yarn the weight of dental floss, I'll pass.
I can see the light. It's getting so close I can nearly walk thru it. I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about, the light at the end of the tunnel telling you that you are almost done with a difficult or long project. In my particular case I'm nearly done with a 'slightly modified" version of a Gansey sweater from Beth Brown-Reinsel's book Knitting Gansey's. I made a few changes from her original designs to fit my bizzare tastes. But as I can tell that's what making a Gansey is all about, making one different from the last one you made. The kids and wife have already gotten in line for any future ones I crank out as well. Though I hope to do the next one in something more traditional than Lion Brand. I was thinking something more like Poppletons, but please comment if you know anything better to do a traditional "Seamans Iron" Gansey in.
Time to get out my dusty old Nostradamus book and do some research. Yes I'm sure I just saw another sign of "The End". Yes, my wife has laid aside her quilting, sewing machine, and all in favor of getting hooked on the needles. With her wanting to get on a project that wasn't too basic, I gave her a pattern for a Super Chunky rib knit scarf. At the rate she's plowing through it today, all of the family, even the people we don't like, will have warm necks this year.
I still doubt I'll be able to get back to my beloved Aran's. Most likely we will both now be working on her stack of patterns from my last post, but getting everyting completed twice as fast. A small price to pay to get her involved in knitting. I knew something was up when she quit looking at me like I was speaking a foreign language when discussing what I was doing on a pair of socks.
Today is a day to feel good about myself. The way we all feel when we weave in that last tail of the last stich of a project. In this case it was my mother's socks, originally intended to be given to her for Mothers Day, but things happend.
I always try to keep two projects going in knitting at one time. A big one and a little one like socks, but I am now at the odd point. I have nothing to knit.
Today I asked my wife if there was anything she wanted me to work on for her. Something she may like for the summer before I start up on all the winter sweaters again. I sat her down in fron of the PC and flipped open a few bookmarks of nice patterns in my browser and stopped at the top one... Knitty...