Lickety-Split

No small part of the charm of the Jane Wolff Scott cardigan is the speed with which it is rendered.  The yarn I needed for another project was delayed by one day, so *O Bother* I was forced to play with beautiful blue for a while.  And this happened:

Can you believe that?  The yoke is almost done - I'm only a few rounds away from dividing the sleeves from the body!  The neckline looks strange here because the first and last 13 sts of every round are the knitted-on placket; the edges actually fold under at the end. 

And how about those cables?

They are really fun to make; you braid 3 sets of 2 sts (the original pattern calls it "Double Twist Cable") all on one row - super sexy.  Of course, any 6-st cable can be substituted here; my mom played fast and loose with all sorts of different cables in the many times she knit this pattern.  She even did one version with big juicy 8-st cables, which would have been an easy substitution for her by the umpty-millionth iteration.

That's one of the many delights of this pattern.  By the time you have finished it, you have a very clear idea of how it could be reversed, gauge-swapped, differently-cabled and/or placketed.  My mom's many versions were mostly governed by how much yarn she didn't have, so she altered the lengths of body and sleeves to accommodate that.  There's even one version where she saved yarn by facing the front plackets with grosgrain ribbon rather than knitted facings.  Clever Lady.

The yarn for my "real" project arrived, after all, so Bluey is going to the back burner for a bit (if I can control myself - no promises). 

Possibly the best part of this experiment is communing with my mother's knitting.  It's a little bit like being with her.  The many many hours of my life spent working by her side are so much a part of me that holding her knitting in my lap right next to my own feels a bit like old times. Thank you, Gentle Readers, for encouraging me to pursue my goal of sharing it with you.

Since You Asked

Did ya miss me?  I missed you!  I've been chasing my own tail for a bit, between classes that I'm teaching, classes that I'm planning, a book I'm finishing up, and boring stuff like eating and sleeping.

Lots of you have been asking me when I'm going to re-publish my mom's favorite knitting pattern:

This is mostly due to the fact that I hardly ever take it off, prompting more inquiries every time I meet knitters.  There is just something about the way this thing fits, and the way it goes with everything (in spite of its uber-pink hue); I wish I had one in every color.  And even non-knitters ask me about it.  Here it is (actually still damp in this photo, because I had to take it off long enough to give it a well-deserved bath):

As I said before, this version was only meant to be the prototype.  I grabbed the first yarn from my stash that I had a sweater's-worth of (Paton's Classic Wool Worsted, in Magenta, if you're wondering) and tore through the pattern almost exactly as it was originally written.  Which took me like, a week, shoehorned in between other projects, BTW. 

The only changes I made were to continue the cables all the way down the sides (my mom's totally sexy hack), and to knit the sleeves in the round rather than flat.  Oh, and I worked the yarn at a firmer gauge (5.5 sts to the inch), rather than the 4.5 called for in the pattern.  Result?  prototype cardi worn at zero ease on me.  I thought I would hate that fit, and promised to give the thing to my niece, who is wee.  But I don't hate it even a little bit, in spite of the fact that I know it looks so much cuter on her.  Doesn't hurt that she's a 19-year-old blue-eyed coed, of course.  Now that I think about it, it sucks not a little that the universe is awarding her both the figure of a gorgeous 19-YO, AND the pink sweater, but that's probably just my 40-something year old sour (noticably shrivelling)  grapes talking.  A promise is a promise, so I'm preparing myself emotionally to let pinky go, and making another, more mature test knit for myself.

Here's a better shot of those side cables.  They are at once delicate, proportionate, interesting and slimming.  Nice work, Mom.  And I know she'd be proud of me for giving it up to Sarah, who totally deserves it, and whom I hope will remember this when she has to decide what sort of old-age home to park me in.

Here's the yarn for version 2.0:

Unimaginably dreamy much?  Targhee Worsted from BMFA, in "A Hazy Shade of Blue". (BUY HERE)  I almost never knit with blue, and I have no idea why not.  This is a gorgeous, complicated blue that is begging to be worn with a kilt.  Or ratty jeans.  Or thrown on over striped pajamas to walk the dogs.  Pretty sure there's no place this color does not belong.  Oh, and did I mention TARGHEE??? Somebody stop me.  It's so sproingy, and full of life and air and fluff and twist!  And get a load of the yardage on that beast!  2 skeins should totally cover me (a steal at only $32 each!).

Refinements I'm planning for 2.0 include:
1.      I'm going to attempt to knit at the gauge suggested by the original designer, whomever she was.  In spite of not loving the more relaxed 4.5 sts/inch, there are a couple of good reasons for me to get over myself and try:  A. The neckline is very high and tight (60's Sweater Girl style) to begin with, and ratcheting down the gauge does nothing to help that situation.  B. Likewise, the sleeves were sized to be worn solo, not layered over other tops like I do.  A little more real estate is needed so the cuff bind-off doesn't become a tourniquet.

2.      Working at a looser gauge is not going to be enough to get that neckline sorted, by itself.  My professional opinion is that it would look more modern if it were, say, an inch wider.  More stitches, please.  Eewww; Math.  Not to worry, I'm a trained professional on a closed course.  What could possibly go wrong? 

3.      Buttonholes: because I was playing fast and loose (tight?) with the gauge on the first version, I elected not to knit the buttonholes, in fear that they wouldn't land in the right places.  Instead I chose to machine-stitch them in at the end.  I actually like the polished, dressmaker quality of the thread buttonholes, but they did stretch out, in spite of my having used stabilizer and cutting them very conservatively.  No big deal to stitch their ends closed more tightly, but I would like to have avoided that.  I'm thinking I might do something with a ribbon to shore up the placket...Your thoughts, Gentle Readers?

4.      Many of you have suggested that a new name is in order for this design, with which I totally agree.  In honor of my mom, I'm re-naming it "Jane Wolff Scott". 

Stay Tuned!

Royals

We've been short one bathroom around here, since the Incredible Exploding Toilet Incident.  The situation has been Super Dreamy.  Seriously; there is nothing like four semi-adults battling for bathroom supremacy.  All the time.  I thought I knew my family pretty intimately, but it turns out I was wrong.  Turns out our toilette strategies differ greatly.  Some of us are in and out like a precision drill, taking care of business with speed and efficiency.  Others, however, prefer a more leisurely pace, substituting, it would seem, the Loo for the Library.  I worry that those in the first category have been secretly plotting the demise of those in the second.  Don't ask me how I know.

There are other privileged First World families who share one throne all the time, and let me tell you, my respect for their daily struggle has really skyrocketed.  But I digress.  Remember this?  

It's the Before photo of Lindsay and Campbell's gutted bathroom, post-water damage.

Blessedly, our homeowner's insurance provided new drywall, flooring, and a pretty new vanity.  Contractors even repainted for us, which was a huge bonus, because I am up to my lips in knitting at the moment, with no time for such things.  What insurance didn't pay for, sadly, was an actual new toilet, or a plumber to install one.  We scratched up enough scratch (Thank you, Ravelry Pattern Sales!) to buy a new Seat of Power, and settled in to wait until the funds accumulated to hire the plumber.

And you know how good I am at waiting.

After a truly interminable period of looking at the big toilet box and longing to see the thing installed (almost one whole day), the Huff Ladies hatched a Cunning Plan.  Lindsay and I decided we should look into just how difficult toilet installation is.  I mean, indoor plumbing was invented by (no disrespect), GUYS, right?  How complicated could it be? 

Would you believe it?  Our new Potty has its own Movie!  You have to watch this.  I find it hilarious, which probably tells you more about me than about the product:

CLICK HERE

And there's another movie, too, which explains step by step how to install one of these!

Armed with an ipad, a YouTube video, and the strong desire to git-er-done, Lindsay and I (Wo)manned up and did the deed:

We are the Tzarinas of Toilet.  The Princesses of Piddle.  The Dutchesses of Dooky.  The Soverigns of, well, you get the idea. 

Here's another After photo:

And lo, there was peace throughout the land.  It's Good to be Queens.