My first knitting act of 2009 was un-doing. A fresh beginning, not letting a mistake go unaddressed, no stepping around the misdeed as it slumped in a pile in the corner. I love a little mixed metaphor to start the year, don't you?
You last saw this yarn as my Imogen in progress. I finished in mid November, enjoying every stitch.
Here she is, completed in all her capacious glory. I could have smoothed the shoulders for the shot better, this was unblocked but you get the idea. I am sorry to report that shortly after making this image, I wove in all the ends. And only then tried her on.
(I know. What could I have been thinking? I have sweaters I've been wearing for months that still have the odd end flapping around inside).
Anyway, Imogen is waaay too much woman for me. My gauge swatching had been on target but even wrapped overlapping to the max around the front, I had huge bags of extra fabric in the upper back, hanging down behind the arms. I could have fit another person in there with me.I adore working with this yarn, and same for the pattern with its unusual construction but after studying all the Imogens over at Ravelry and exchanging emails with other folks swamped by their Imogens, I'm going to make some other squooshy cardigan with this. Although I am still resisting temptation to try again- in a size S rather than L.
May I add? It is a lot of work to unravel a huge sweater in which one has conscientiously swapped out two or three skeins of yarn every couple of rows to blend variegated shades. Good thing I enjoy a messy tangle every now & then. (yeah, another metaphor. Whatever!)
I love the way shades of green pop in the neighborhood landscape in winter. Give me a few weeks and I'll be popping on the beach, in my new green, properly fitting cardigan .
*I first heard this wonderful phrase- so Mary Poppins-ish, isn't it?- on Brenda Dayne's Cast On podcast of the same name, here, from a year ago. Go giv'er a listen. It's been rumbling around in my brain ever since, resonating like crazy. This year, action!