September – October – November

Future sweater in past yarn, this wool holds so many memories, I’m pretty sure I bought a skein of this Madelinetosh Merino Light almost every trip out to Boston back in those hauling Lex to school days, back when I was just a baby knitter, not knowing much about fibers, dye lots or useful quantities, back when I wasn’t sure what kind of a knitter I was.

Now, what feels like a million years later, I’ve finally caked up 3, that dirty sun bleached Seasalt colorway is still everything.

Casting on a Flores Pullover by Eri Shimizu.

( p.s a million years is 10 years :)

Slowly working through soft shoulders. This is my favorite part of top down sweaters, the absolute beginnings where everything grows so quickly and you can have your first try on for no other reason than there is now a place to stick your head.

My skeins don’t match, but they do kinda fade, so I’ve set them in order of brightest to lightest and I’m not going to worry about it.

September, a portrait of late summer skies from a girl whose interests include clouds.

I’m not sure why, but textured rib is so much more enjoyable to work than regular rib.

You can’t tell right now, but there are these cute little ladders hidden in the recessed purl columns.

A little pink, a little sparkle, I made a skein of yarn out of clay, but it could also be a doughnut twist of some sort.

Scenes from the slow grow.

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It generates rainbows. Rural/not so rural prarie life but make it kinda futuristic too.

You can see the subtle color shift between skeins. When I reached the bottom hem it had faded to almost pure white, kind of fitting for a sweater made with yarn representing a moment in time.

Everything in my house smells like Santal 33, including this merky wool water, my soap making supplier came out with a eo/fo blend of the original and it’s the closest dupe I’ve ever smelled.

The light this time of year is constantly changing, the upstairs has weird angles anyways but more so with the shift.

Our house was hand built in the late 1800s, plaster and lathe walls, crooked and solid. I keep telling my Jason we should raise the ceilings up through the attic, we have a pretty interesting roofline from the outside and I would love to see it from the inside. There are parts of it I just don’t understand, strange slopes of original house show up in closets, the false walls from additions throughout the years, I can only imagine if removed, all of it would add to its charming lowlight kaleidoscope angles.

He says no.

Blocked and cropped, with mid length sleeves. The only one who ever gets full sleeves is my husband, the burnout is real when knitting my own.

1344 yards used, just a pinch over 3 skeins, roughly 756 yards left for longer sleeves maybe?

October, across from the park.

November, sweater weather.