
Hello darling! He’s complete! Harris is finally off of my needles and onto the Father. Hallelujah! This gentleman was an absolute beast. I can’t tell you the weight that lifted off my maker’s shoulders when I wove in the very last end. This baby checked off about 6 boxes on my Knitting Bingo card. I tried new techniques and stepped out of my comfort zone. I also almost had to kill a kitten. Grab some popcorn and get ready for a rant.
When the Father asked me to knit him a sweater, I figured it would be no big deal. I could crank that out super quick and he would have his sweater before his birthday. I cast it on in December fully planning to have it done and to him by February 10. Betty took me less than 2 months, and she was all over color work, so no problem. Yep, famous last words. I busted out the sleeves and got started on the body. And then my elbow started to be a complete jerk. I have no idea why I started having elbow pain. There was no reason for elbow pain. Yet, low and behold, elbow pain. It killed my ability to knit colorwork. It seemed to be specific to knitting with my left hand. I could knit anything else, but not colorwork. I talked to the Father and explained the situation. He was bummed, but he understood that there was no way around it. My goal to finish it kept getting pushed out. Even when I had finished the knitting and steeked it, I still wasn’t finished. So finally, I buckled down and finished it when the weather at his house was a mild 90+ degrees every day. Excellent planning, Mrs. Collins!
What went wrong: The sweater was too big after blocking. By a lot! It grew like what after blocking. I wanted it to be oversized so he could layer it. But damn… Once it was fully dry and found its shape, I put it in the dryer with a wet towel for 5 minutes. Yes, I set a timer. Yes, I sprinted to the dryer when the timer went off. I wanted to do it very conservatively, 5 minutes at a time. I am shocked to say, it worked. I think it is now a good oversize for him. Something that I really didn’t like about the pattern, and subsequently finished sweater, is the raglan seams. I messed up by doing the raglan in the master color, instead of continuing the colorwork. This creates a hard shift between the front/back and sleeve patterns. This is very noticeable because the decreases seriously mess up the flow of the colorwork pattern. I am not a fan of how clunky it looks. I am too symmetrical to have it change and have no flow. So that took some shine away from the finished sweater. The absolute worst thing, however, was when I glanced at the sweater, lying on my dresser, and saw a huge loop of yarn dangling from the center back colorwork it was gnawed and fuzzy from a wool-addicted kitten attack. Holy shit, I actually stopped breathing. I was ready to strangle her. And I know damn well which one it was, too. Lillie! She has a mild wool fetish (which I understand), and she loves nothing better than to attack it (which I don’t understand). I seriously had to walk away from it and her. I fixed it, but you can tell something happened there. Holy crap, that girl almost killed me.


What went right: Being able to shrink it in the dryer was a godsend. I was very concerned about what I was going to do when it blocked to roughly a men’s 3X. Dad’s and XL. It hung off of his shoulders. He said he was still happy with it when he tried it on, but come on… You can tell when your dad is like “Aww, thanks for the artwork, honey.” I hope that it maintains the size, but I now have the confidence to try this again in the future if needed. The main thing that went right is that it’s done, and my daddy will have his me-made sweater. I do love Wool of the Andes. It is a good sturdy yarn that was built for colorwork/ steeking. I am still awed by steeking. It no longer freaks me out to do it and it really does seem like magic. I also like that I tried a new technique and sewed in a zipper. I was pretty pissed when I went to machine sew it, and it was too thick. I spent the next hour sewing it by hand. I was not a fan, but it wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. I am still debating if I am going to sew ribbon over the inside of the zipper. I know it would look nicer, but I will have to see if I get the motivation. I may be able to kill two birds with one stone and also tack down the steeked edge in the process. I have to ponder that.


In the end, I am happy with how this turned out. I originally picked the sweater pattern out for myself, then decided that I would knit one for both of us. Unfortunately, the messiness of the decreases and how it interrupts the colorwork pattern is too much for my neurotic ass. I will let the Father enjoy his sweater, and I will go in search of another pattern that doesn’t make my eye twitch. I hope he loves his sweater. I hope it keeps him warm and gives him a feeling of being loved every time he wears it. I also hope like hell that he doesn’t forget himself and put it in the washer and dryer two weeks after he wears it… So, now Harris is done, and I can move on with my knitting life. Farewell, Harris. Enjoy your new home!
Loves,
M
















