For my mom I choose a pattern called the Spring Staple Sweater from Knitting Today magazine. The woman in the picture looked so happy; I was totally swayed by her happiness.
|The Spring Staple Sweater from Knitting Today Magazine, April/May 2011. Pattern by Jill Draper.|
When I got home, I wound the first skein eager to get going. I cast on the first sleeve and started knitting. About an inch in I was no longer excited. This yarn is shiny. The colour is not attractive. The yarn is slick. Later I would learn that the mercerization of the cotton is what makes it so "lustrous". Oh boy. So now I was in quite the pickle. I hated the yarn, I was about an inch in. The yarn was not returnable since it was on sale and I had a lot of it. I kept knitting. Another inch. I felt ill. The shininess of the yarn was nauseating. Determined, I knit another inch. When the first sleeve was completed a day or so later, I convinced myself that I deserved a break. The migraines were really getting to me, and there was a hat pattern I was dying to knit. Just one hat and then I would get right back to the sweater. I shoved the materials in a bag to to try and contain their reflective sheen.
Fast forward two months. Mother's day is but a distant memory. I think I gave my mom a pair of socks. I am cleaning our spare bedroom when I come across "it". Still in it's bag, one sleeve completed. I pull it out and start knitting the other sleeve. "This isn't so bad", I think to myself. When I get to the shaping rows, I wander to my stash to find the magazine with the pattern and come away with needles and some sock yarn. I'm easily distracted.
Three more months pass. I am at the knitting store and the gal that works there asks me, "So how did your sweater turn out?". I mumble something indiscriminate and hastily pay for my purchases, lest I be judged. When I get home I search for "it". I pull it out of its bag. The sun glints off the shiny surface. I twitch and say "I will conquer you". I pull out the swift and wind three more balls. Instead of finishing the sleeve, I cast on for the body. I think that the lace pattern will keep me interested, it will after all leave some gaps in the shine. This time I have a good run at it. I knit about 4 inches of the body over the next weeks. I leave the project out in the living room so I have no choice but to guiltily pick it up.
My mom sees it in progress and get's excited. I ask, "Don't you think it's a bit shiny?" The truth is I want her to turn away from it in disgust. To gag a little and tell me that she would never wear this so I can be put out of my misery and just call "it" a loss. But what does she say (gotta love her)? "If you are making it for me, I will love it. Besides its not that shiny". Not that shiny? I swallow my real opinion, which is if she was to wear this monstrosity she would looks like a mermaid. A mermaid in a bad colour.
I knew it was too good to last, and the sweater got moved back into it's bag before long. Just for a "short" break. I've told my mom that with all the Christmas knitting I have to do I will pick it back up in the New Year. Next year for her birthday, or mother's day maybe. I told her sweater's just really aren't my thing. They take so long, I like quick knits. I'm just not a sweater knitter.
But I have a secret. I bought some yarn and I have a pattern for another sweater. I've swatched for it in secret and am ready to start knitting. A sweater out of merino wool. Not shiny. Not green. A sweater for me. And I can't wait to cast on.