I love weekend trips. The posts for the next few days will be auto-posting (thank you, Blogger) while I'm enjoying a weekend trip to Santa Fe where I'll be meeting up with my parents and the flitgirl's delightful parents. I'm very much looking forward to a little time away, the company of those I love, and - last but not least - sweater weather! Temperature projects are in the 30s to 50s.
Which means this project is actually not coming, being knit in cotton as it is, but I'll be busting out some of the wool from the trunk. Nevertheless, I've been feeling all kinds of nostalgic (homesick?) lately, and this sweater calls to mind a blustery winter weekend in 2004 or 2005.
Pattern: from Interweave Knits, the Kniting Daily special, and one issue some time ago . . .
Yarn: Cotton-Ease in Candy Blue. This is my second sweater in this yarn (first here), and I still have more. The stash, it is a mighty thing.
Needles: US6 - had to go down to get gauge
Notes: A lovely pattern, well written, no errors I could find. The only change I made was to lengthen the sleeves to full length. And don't neglect the crochet edging. I only crochet once a year, but it made the sweater.
The Best Thing About This Sweater: Aren't these the perfect pewter anchor buttons? This is a great New England sort of sweater.
Most people visit Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket in the summer. Lovely beaches, lobster rolls, a nice sailing wind. And I've been to the Vineyard in the summer, once. Every other time I've gone has been chilly - a delightful fall with perfect changing leaves, a cold and gray winter weekend with the flitgirl. And then there was that January trip to Nantucket. A very good friend for very good talking. Stew and beer in an old pub with a roaring fire. A historic bed and breakfast, also with a roaring fire. Wearing all of my favorite handknits, and discovering how much my friend also loved handknit socks. A perfect weekend. Until the blizzard closed the ferry, and - rather than getting stranded - we got some of the last seats on the high-speed ferry across a choppy choppy choppy sound. And a long drive down the Cape in near-blizzard conditions. A 3-hour return trip turned into 7 or 8. And, in retrospect, did I actually learn anything useful that next day in medical school? To this day I regret not just staying and getting snowed in to that wintery world standing still under a blanket of snow.