I began knitting this famous old-school pattern from 1968 when Leena was toothless. I didn’t think it would take me so long to finish.
I kept getting distracted by— like, you know, stuff. But over the past couple of weeks, I’ve really gotten back to knitting. Months ago, I chose a fabulous yarn for this project— Liberty Wool 7804 Painted Desert— the same type, different colorway, as the hat and cowl I made for Sonya what seems like forever ago (the winter before she turned two).
I love this yarn. Soft, machine-washable wool. Pink, gray, magenta, burnt orange, and lime— possibly the best color combination ever. It reminds me of hiking the Grand Canyon. And they’re some of the wonderful colors from my niece Coco’s nursery. Unfortunately, after all this effort, the sweater turned out looking boxy and ridiculous. I’m going to have to knit something else for Coco now. Something more classic, more chic. Oh well, knit and learn. At least she won’t be needing a sweater until this winter in Texas.
All the same, I’d like to thank a virtual stranger (there’s a double entendre there, folks!) from Grand Rapids, Michigan named Lorilee Beltman who created a series of amazing YouTube videos explaining each step of the pattern. I was able to follow along perfectly… except I don’t know what happened in the end. After I finished seaming, the neck hole turned out to be really small.
When Leena laughs, her tummy pops the buttons open. Big Sister tried to help out, but I think it’s a lost cause. Obviously, the sweater was meant for a younger baby. It’s a one-year size.
However, I refuse all that effort to be for naught. Leena will make use of the baby surprise (surprise! it didn’t turn out the way I expected!) jacket for the next few weeks before it becomes too warm to need such things. Then in the fall, maybe it can be a bolero. Or a sweater for Eeyore. Someone is going to wear it!
By the way, as I look at these pictures, the finished sweater doesn’t look half bad. Partly because Leena can rock anything. But it looks a lot worse in person. Trust me. And it doesn’t look like the right kind of sweater for my niece, anyway. Time to scour for more modern patterns, although I’m glad I tried this throwback.