Well, the Fair Isle sweater isn’t quite finished yet. I still have a little seaming to do, and about twenty billion ends to weave. I’ve gotta tell ya, I am not feeling the love for this sweater. But maybe it’s an ugly duckling that will turn into a swan when it’s finally finished. We’ll see. (But I do have a strong feeling that Tony will be wearing it to cut wood and dig the garden in a matter of weeks.) Photo’s when it’s all done. You’d like to see the Master wearing it, wouldn’t you? I’ll drag him out for a photoshoot over the weekend.
In the meantime, let us admire the beautiful simplicity of the Seamless Sweater.
I am love, love, loving this sweater. It’s hypnotic to knit, just round after round after round of soothing knitting. The yarn is a dream to work with, the Addis glide along smoothly, it’s really therapeutic. And especially in comparison to the Fair Isle sweater. At the moment, I feel inclined to make myself some knitting promises: a) I will only knit fine gauge items from now on, no less than 5 stitches to the inch, and b) I will only knit sweaters in the round, no more seams for me.
Yes, I expect I will break those vows, but they’re lofty ambitions to have. While chunky knits give faster gratification, fine gauge knits just look so classy. Although I have noticed that my stitches are quite uneven in this sweater. Is that from working on circs? Is it the yarn? Is it my much-better-than-it-was-but-still-not-quite-back-to-normal-speed brain? Who knows. I don’t mind, I think it makes it look more homespun.
And as for seaming……! I’ll be honest with you, I am just awful at sewing up. No matter how I try, my seams are lumpy and bumpy, and I’ve spoiled many a nice knit at the sewing up stage. So the thought of no seams is extremely attractive. Especially while I’m toiling away at the fat ugly Fair Isle Sweater seams. Ugh.
I thought I’d finish off with a photo of my knitting view. Not a great photo, but I hope you’ll get a sense of the atmosphere. It’s chilly here today, but I have some beech logs on the fire, and a cat stretched out on the rug toasting his belly. In a moment I must tear myself away from my knitting and do a little work, but maybe just one more round first, and a cup of tea and a shortbread biscuit, and one more round for the road……