The Story of My Sister’s Sweater

It started with my sister flipping through a knitting magazine at my house last summer, and saying, quite casually, “Oh I love this sweater!” while she held it up about 2 inches from my face, and then flipping on.

If you’re a sister, you know that what she really means is something along the lines of “You’re a complete bitch if you don’t make this sweater for me, and I’ll remind you of it every time we talk for the rest of your life.”

Then I went to my LYS that week and saw this:

The very same sweater, designed by the owner of my LYS and featured in Creative Knitting magazine- where my sister saw it. Sweet.

That led to this:

And after much heartache on my part (too many stitches on too short needles) I eventually got to this:

That’s a sleeve, and the beginning of the neck.

I finally admitted defeat sometime around September. I can’t have 200 stitches on my straight needles. So my sister’s sweater got tossed into the abyss that is my closet. That Katia yarn must have been bored, or drunk, or something because it got all tangled and messy- surely not from my constant pawing through my stash in search of goodies.

Which brings us up to today. I finally found the perfect pattern for this yarn, and for my sister’s bod. I jumped through many hoops on Ravelry to find someone who had the pattern booklet. And it came in the mail today.

So this morning I had yarn vomit all over my table.

And - PRESTO CHANGO - after several hours of detangling, I have a whole new project.

The pattern is from Stacey Charles, and I think the yarn will suit it perfectly.

And look, the yarn is so purty, it can hyp-ah-tize you. Look deeeep into the yarn…

I feel so good, it’s like I’m recycling. Only not.

So onto the needles jumps another project. My sober attention span is shorter than a homeschooled teenager on crack. But I’m excited to finally get this damn thing done. Besides, I can wear it too, right?