Were you feeling worried about me today, my friends? Did you perhaps wake up thinking, "I hope Jamie is warm enough today. The high in Gladlyville will only be 92 and I hope she will have enough layers to survive." No? Neither did I actually, but if you feared I might succumb to hypothermia today I have good news in the form of an alpaca sweater.
All the cool knitters are wearing alpaca sweaters on 92-degree days. Alpaca sweaters are sweeping the nation this summer. But this is a special alpaca sweater, because it has turtles. And? To make it extra-practical? Bell sleeves.
Do you have a turtle-covered bell-sleeved alpaca sweater, one so long and drapey that you might think about calling it a coat-dress? I thought not.
I finished it this morning and blocked it right away. The kids have been cheering me on as I inched through those turtle lapels, with Elwood watching bemusedly and wondering to himself why anyone might choose to spend two years of her life knitting a tortuginous alpaca coat-dress. (Hush up, spellcheck. Find me a better word that means "full of turtles," I dare you.)
After I grafted the bottom neck stitches to the top lapel stitches I slipped it on and swanned into the kitchen. "Hey!" said my 18yo. "That looks really nice!"
"Thanks," I said. Then I rolled my eyes: "Just the thing for a 92-degree day-- an alpaca sweater!"
"Well," he said seriously, "at least it's laceweight alpaca."
I worry sometimes that I am sending my teens out into the world with gaps in their repositories of Life Skills. But at least I can be sure that if their future ever hinges on accurate identification of yarn weights, they're all set.
I wove in the ends.
I sewed on a button, but it might be a temporary button. We'll see.
Temporary button or no, I'm calling it done. It is the hardest knitting project I have ever tackled. Here is where I might normally say "I can't wait to wear it!" but it is 84 degrees in my living room right now. I can wait, actually.