Berkshire Pullover - RIP
Do you remember this ridiculous story? The story of the Berkshire sweater? You know, the one I knit my husband...t.h.r.e.e. times...and it still came out like crap?
I suck at sizing, and who ever thought this neck line would be flattering on a man?
Now it's time to lay this baby to rest, but, not before giving it it's day on the blog. The plan was to knit this guy using one skein (two strands held together) of Eco Wool (you know that honken 478 yards of wool). And it worked. For a 12 year old. It wasn't until the hubby tried on the crop top when we realized it was a bit on the snug side. So I bought more wool. And knit it again. Again, it came out too small, remember? What's up with the back?? Time to get yet another two skeins. Ooh, but guess what? No more dye lot. Yay. Sound familiar? Right.
Then came the ensuing mad hunt for more of the same dye lot, where I called, emailed, begged every LYS owner from here to Manitoba to get the remaining yarn. Found it. Good. At that point I was the proud owner of TWO POUNDS of wool. Can you imagine carrying around that much weight on your back? He would have had to take the sweater off to get an accurate weight reading at the doctors office! Ridiculous.
Long story short longer, the sweater is still preposterous. The fit still sucks on my husband, not to mention the weird neck line, and tent-like shaping. He found something he loves even more, and the new yarn has been ordered. He gave me permission to frog. And so, out with the old and in with the new.
Funny how the whole point of this project was to prove to the world (well, our marriage mostly) that I am capable of knitting for someone other then myself. And now, here we are, 5 months later, after Christmas...his birthday...valentines day...and still. No. Sweater. But guess what? I'm frogging this bi'atch...and using the yarn to knit a sweater for none other then...ooh yeah baby...you guessed it! Moi.
Von 4 from Lopi Book 24, Pattern 4
Can you stand it? Can you hardly stand the cuteness that is this sweater dress? And can you picture it in grey? With black tights and cow-boy boots? And maybe some shopping bags and a latte? Or better yet...a baguette tucked neatly under my arm while my other hand totes an adorable leather bag full of flowers? Oh the disfuntional psycho-drama glamour of it all.









































