(*um, according to my math. don't quote me on it.)
It was a very exciting knitty kind of weekend here. I cast off, blocked, and put the buttons on what I now declare my very favorite sweater. I've knit sweaters for myself before...and all three of them reside in the back of the closet where I wear them out of guilt every once in a while. Something about each of them is just not quite right, which is a bummer, and has made me steer clear of knitting myself sweaters for a while. But this one? I don't think this handknit will ever even see the closet. Nope - it will stay on my shoulders, perhaps on the arm of a favorite sofa, or in the heap on the floor beside my bed (isn't that where the most loved of clothes belongs?).
The pattern is the Garter Yoke Cardigan from the Fall/Winter 2008 issue of Knit.1 Magazine. I used Peace Fleece wool (the color is Chickie Masala - how great is that name?), which makes it a bit of a heavy, warm sweater - just what I wanted for spring and fall wear (okay, and a few cool Maine summer nights, too).
I love this sweater. Have I mentioned that?
I snapped this picture of Ezra yesterday. On the same day I boycotted the laundry to finish my sweater, I found him walking around the house with his precious knitting tower (from Nova Naturals) making a crazy-long i-cord, with the skein of yarn clipped to his shirt. When I asked him what was up with the clothespinned ball o' yarn, he replied, "Well, my legs were tired of sitting so I had to get up and walk around, but I didn't want to stop making it, so I clipped it to me to keep going!"
Find a way to keep doing what you love. I think he gets it.
Sometimes these things - our passions and our projects - get done in simple, yet miraculous ways: in the two-minute increments of time that may appear at a time; with the help of a sweet husband who carries a little extra weight for a moment so I can do something as silly as knit a sleeve in silence; or as the chosen priority for a day over a pile of laundry/bathroom cleaning/bill paying. Sometimes we go to extreme/comical/ridiculous measures to make our passions happen in the everyday. Because the way it makes me feel - the way it feeds my soul - well, that fuels me to be a better person. And a better mom.
One little stitch at a time.