The Brown Sweater

In some ways it seems like forever and in others ways it’s like it was last summer that I took a pottery class with my mother and sister. I ended up making buttons there and to say they were “rustic” is a bit of an upgrade:

Nevertheless, I was proud of my accomplishment (and felt a bit like a third grader who made a lopsided ashtray in art class) and was determined I would knit something to actually use them. I knew had to be a substantial pattern to hold up (literally and figuratively) those buttons. No wimpy fingering weight would do here. To complicate things, I’ve knit 2 sweaters in my life: one over a decade ago and the other was a baby sweater. No matter, I could do this. I settled on the Annabel, an Aran weight sweater in garter stitch which should in theory result in a “quick knit”.


I settled into knitting. And I knit. And knit. I wrote a poem about knitting. And knit. And then, like many knitters, I grew bored and tossed it in a corner. Not forgotten as much as I might try.


Finally a few weeks ago I decided one way or another I was going to finish it. I as a little annoyed with myself: I only had half of an arm to do. (Really, that’s when I chose to quit?!?)


I finished sewing the buttons on this week. I had some mixed emotions; I can point out immeasurable mistakes. Most notably I’ve always had issues with sleeves being too long (I blame short arms for my lack of selfie prowess). Apparently this completely left my brain as the sleeves would probably work for a seven foot basketball player. I’ve decided that the rolled up sleeves are a design feature.



In the end, it’s not a great complicated knitting accomplishment but it’s not bad for a third sweater. It’s a cozy, squishy knit for a chilly fall day (I’m sure we’ll have one of those eventually).


Pottery Class

This spring I took a pottery class with my mother and sister. While I knit, I’ve never really considered myself crafty or artistic.  Quite the opposite in fact. I thought it would be fun to learn a bit about pottery and a good chance to spend time together.  My sole goal: have my mug not leak.

As it happened, I really enjoyed the class. I don’t think it’s a skill I naturally possess, but it’s fun to see things that I created. I like to think of my style as “authentically rustic”. The lines aren’t even or smooth; my bowls are a bit more oval than round; but I’m very psyched that I made them myself. 🙂