My friends, I need to get something off my chest.
It’s about sweaters, and what appears to be my complete inability to find a sweater pattern/idea/inspiration that I like.
Ever since I completed the orange Filati tunic on September 20th, 2005 (OMG, that was an eternity ago), I’ve been searching and looking, browsing and Googling, all to no avail. Although I’m incredibly picky, my bar for what constitutes a “pattern” is set pretty low – I’m confident in my ability to re-size and alter, and even to mimic something for which there is no pattern at all – and yet there is absolutely nothing I’ve seen in seven months that has prompted me to pick up my needles, or get out my wallet, or locate my graph paper in the ever-growing pile of sock and shawl patterns.
Well, there was that one inspiring occasion, that gorgeous Kimono-shaped cardigan from Anthropologie. But, alas, the yarn majorly let me down and I can no longer bring myself to love the design via this bad association*.
What about coming up with something from scratch? I shake my head – my current circumstances don’t provide enough time for from-scratch endeavors. At least not for the way I do things – with serious obsessive-compulsive tendencies, if I may be so frank. And those tendencies are major time and energy investments. Mmmhhmmm, no doubt about that.
April is the season of patterns, and I eagerly anticipated the release of new issues of all the knitting magazines, online and printed. Knitty, MagKnits, Interweave, Vogue… Bottom line – I LOVE the Nautie pattern, but unfortunately it’s not a sweater!
In desperation, I even checked out Interweave Crochet Spring 2006. The horror.
What is my problem? I don’t think it’s a loss of knitting mojo because, well, I’ve got some exciting projects planned as soon as I’m done with my Sock-A-Pal socks. However, my plans do not include a sweater. Am I just becoming an accessories knitter? Socks and hats and scarves and shawls?
Is there a problem with that? Well, I do feel a certain level of accomplishment from knitting a nicely-fitting sweater, which I cannot recreate with even the most intricate shawl. I kind of miss it, it feels really good.
Sigh. Some knitters have lists the size of dissertations of sweaters they want to knit, and I don’t have a single one.
*I didn’t blog about it, but that sucker was ripped in a fit of rage many, many months ago. I think the breaking point was measuring the finished and blocked and fully-dried sleeve after it had marinated in my knitting basket for two weeks only to find out that over the course of those two weeks, it had shrunk another two inches. A more wild ripping party I have never witnessed. I didn’t even take the time to wind the ripped yarn in some fashion – I just let it puddle around my feet in every which direction. After I came to my senses, I decided that the lovely light blue yarn will one day make a fabulous baby blanket, an object where shrinking two inches over the course of two weeks doesn’t matter nearly as much as it does for a sleeve.