Saturday, November 17, 2007

Call Me Lamby



I finished my first knitted item. I feel like a stuffed animal when I wear it, which is kind of embarrassing when I’m out and about, but kind of comforting when I’m at home, looking for cuddle mates. The sweater attracts dog and husband equally.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your vest looks very nice - I can't believe how expensive it was to make!!! What kind of yarn is it?

I guess knitting book editors aren't much use if they aren't expert knitters themselves. Hopefully there weren't any misspellings or grammatical errors, because that would render the editor completely useless...

Keiler said...

The yarn is 100% wool. I don't know why it's more expensive to knit your own sweater than it is to buy one. I guess my fantasy of having an alpaca is more practical than I thought.

Anonymous said...

As a longtime knitter, I stand in awe of this, your first project! If I had run into a mistake in the pattern of my first sweater--you would have seen the holes slanting backwards, as well as the buttons and the collar in the back--wherever that pattern led, I would have followed. Your ability to decipher, regroup, improvise and correct makes you a knitter and a designer. Write your own book--you will definitely out-sparkle Twinkle!

Anonymous said...

This makes me miss you and want to give the biggest hug ever! Very attractive to Moosi too. I can't believe you knit that! I had problems with bookmarks. Have you thought about a matching sweater for Crooky?

Keiler said...

Moose-
You knitted a bookmark? Did you use chunky yarn?

A highschool friend of mine (Mandy H.) used to always use a kleenex for a bookmark. I could never understand why. You wouldn't know if you left off on the right or left page because the kleenex is the same on both sides. And it's so flimsy. I always use postcards that people send me for their shows. The side with the image is the page I'm reading.

Crooky does need a new sweater, but I'm so behind, I'll probably whip up something in fleece for her instead. Every now and then her collar needs to be loosened and her old jackets are hard to get on. She's slowly turning into a pot-bellied pig.