For all the time I spend making things, very little ever gets made (or mended) for me. Â I may sew for a living, but my wardrobe is riddled with holes, frayed cuffs, and is frequently held together with safety pins. Â In what was quite a departure for me, as well as an excercise in discipline, I decided to both knit down my stash and be the beneficiary of the enterprise.
My sweater is off the needles, though yet to be blocked— and it needs it. Â It is something of a bastardization of the beautiful Hiro pattern. Â I used inappropriate yarn, lengthened the cuffs and added thumb holes, widened the collar, eliminated any waist shaping. Â I still plan on adding pockets, but I haven’t decided where Â or what style yet. Â I made it ridiculously large to wear cross country skiing over leggings finished just in time for — ummm— spring.