i’m such a brooklyn tweed whore. you know that much if you’ve read any of my stuff anywhere, ever.
give me any pattern curated by the magical jared flood, and i’ll be salivating all over it like them more girly knitters are doing to pictures of ryan gosling right now.
(personally, i don’t find him that hot. but that’s because my girly bits have recently dried up and withered away because of an involuntary and tragic lack of use.)
reine was the ultimate piece of comfort knitting back in october. just a smooth relaxing sailing from skein to skein, from piece to piece. the pattern was extremely knitter-friendly and the top down, short-row set-in sleeves produced a sweet fit at the shoulders. it was such a perfect pairing between yarn and needles that i just wiggled my fingers every now and then and somehow from that a cardigan emerged. the sleeves took maybe 3 hours each, that’s the level of simple comfort we’re talking about.
but because i’m not very smart, it never occurred to me to consider some of the essential differences of semilla and the intended yarn. you may or may not know (and if not, why the hell not?) that BT loft and its delightful woolen texture allow it to be knitted up with a gauge of anything between light fingering to DK without losing any fabric integrity, drape or general awesomeness.
at 250 meters per skein, one could squeeze out this cardigan with just 200 grams of loft. semilla, as wonderfully soft and ever-so-slightly rustic as it is, is just 160 meters, so for me it took 350 grams–which is just enough for gravity to do its dastardly deed. and so the cardigan turned out droopy.
oddly, back in my LYS days, i was definitely smart enough to publicly ridicule anyone not familiar with the pitfalls of substituting yarn, i.e. those considering only one factor of the holy trinity of needle size, gauge and yardage. material obviously plays into it as well, but i don’t know what you call a holy foursome in a fancy biblical way. quadrility? anyway. i know i’m a horrible person.
|horrible, AND with a stupid face|
but i can live with the droopyness, because the cardigan is just so freakin’ comfy. and the pockets are perfect for those moments when you’re feeling awkward among half-strangers and know that if you resort to your usual i’m-uncomfortable-so-i-need-to-do-something-with-my-hands routine and keep on twirling your fingers and tearing off pieces of fingernail in a visible manner, it will only contribute to making you seem even more out there than you actually are, therefore rendering the moment unbearably awkward and possibly fatal. but with this cardigan–voila! pockets.
|my hand could be doing anything in here, and you would never know|
not a word about the quality of seaming, though. i’m a knitter, not a fuckin’ seamstress, okay? seaming makes me aggressive, which doesn’t go well with my otherwise gentle manners. fuckin’ seams.
again thanks to miss R for the photos!