So ... I knit my mom a sweater for Christmas.
When commuting 3.5 hours/day on public transportation, that translates to very little sewing and very much knitting. I had casually mentioned to my mom that I could knit her a sweater, and was, admittedly, a tad shocked when she took me up on the offer. Erg, really? OK. We cast about for a pattern for awhile, and then I brought my Trina into her room and asked her to try it on for fit, and it seemed like it would work well as a base pattern, with modifications.
First off, we lengthened it a good deal, so that it is no longer a cropped cardigan but a long-ish one. We also stranded two yarns together, a gray and a brown, to create a soft, marled, heathered look. The nice thing about doing this with two neutrals is that the finished product really does go with everything. Then, I did gads of short row shaping. Please don't ask me to recall what I did because I can't remember anymore. We tried it on as we went along, and I marked spots with safety pins to indicate what needed to dip more and where, and mentally crossed my fingers that I would remember how much and when to stop and try it on her again.
I am not going to lie, this was a beast of an undertaking. Even though I was knitting on large-ish needles (size 8's), this is much bigger than anything I've ever knitted before. And I wasn't even making it for me! Haha. Also, I had to reknit an entire sleeve that I somehow made 3 inches too narrow (I know, don't ask, I have no idea how that happened, either). And the thing about winging a patten is that you really can't go on autopilot, so there were nights where I was mentally too tired to pick this up and have a go at it. In fact, in the course of working on this, to give myself little "breaks" I started and completed one scarf, got 85% through another one, and dashed off a couple scarflets to boot. Don't judge me and my knitting obsession, I've been commuting 3.5 hours/day by public transportation.
Whereby I further my matching-but-not syndrome! (MBNS?) The button was a vintage one my mom bought for $0.49, maybe 35 years ago? I love that.
Oi, but I've told her that I love her very much, and will not knit her another sweater for two years. If only because my dad got really excited and put in a request for a vest. Aaaaaaaah ... actually, he asked for a sweater and I'm trying to talk him down to a vest. Well, if he's OK with holding off for next year, I might develop a bout of amnesia and agree to a sweater anyways. I can't help it, I need to do a certain amount of selfish crafting or else I tend to lose motivation. Isn't that horrible? But ... isn't it also ... honest?