I hate knitting. I admire those of you with the patience to do it, but, as Ruggy often reminds me, I have zero patience.
INDEED, SIR! When I picked up the bamboo needles years ago, most of my projects were made for Ruggy! I might not sew for my man, but oh, the knitted man-wear of years past…the hats! The scarves! One, done quite questionably up in white cashmere, as requested! (Don’t ask.) And the icing on the cake, a turtleneck sweater, sized to fit the state of Texas! SO MUCH PATIENCE!! SO LITTLE PAYOFF!!!
Well, unlike those long lost, hand knit crimes against humanity, this giant “knitted” cardigan has more than paid off. I’ve worn it almost every day since making it. I used every bit of 2.5 yards of a super wide, super soft, super drapey Alice & Olivia knit. Several bolts of the stuff were going like hotcakes in Mood NY’s brick & mortar location.
Todd recommended I get as much as my wallet would allow, as he didn’t see this stuff sticking around long. Seriously, Mood’s top floor in wintertime is like a support group for victims of bad knitting experiences. There’s an entire aisle bursting with bolts of this kinda stuff! Instant seasonal sweaters, without knit-one-purl-two-ing into infinity.
For this cardigan, I copied a retro sweater found in Ruggy’s hometown, where they just so happen to have the BEST vintage stores in all the land. The original sweater was nine dollars, and really is made up of rectangles (two for the front, one for the back, four for the drop sleeves and cuffs). I tapered the sleeves a bit, and used the reverse side of the knit for the cuffs and the front band.
The stripes!!! The happy colored stripes!!!! Deciding which colors went where was the most time intensive part of this very quick project. If I had a serger, it would have taken half the time, but after triple stretch stitching and knit overlocking on my Pfaff for a mere couple of hours, I paraded my new make around the house. Ruggy said, You look like Joe.
JOE COLLEGE?! I immediately hollered back. (I feel very early 90s frat movie in this, for some reason. I don’t know if that genre actually exists, but I was astounded that Ruggy had picked up on my vibe–we are just that in tune with each other.)
No, Ruggy replied, Joe-SEPH and that crazy coat.
I guess it does scream Technicolor Dream Coat. And Crazy.
I wanted to scream when we found out the vintage arcade we’d chosen to shoot at was closed for weekly maintenance. Five bucks, and you can play all day. The painted windows had to suffice.
And I had my cardigan to make me feel better 😉