Nashville Stitch N Bitch

what's underneath

Almost to the same day, last year I told you about a certain black sweater, and let you know what a bad ass my husband is. This year, about the only things that have changed since are that he's now 40 and self-employed, but otherwise he's still a bad ass and he still wants a motherscratching black sweater. Well, now it's more in that bad ass father of young kids kind of way, but my own age has given me the perspective that that type of bad ass is the badassiest of all. James Dean be damned. Jim Morrison - laughable. Kurt Cobain in the worst of his days never dealt with so much vomit or bodily fluid. All pale in comparison with the guy who gives your kids a bath every day and puts a parachute on for their entertainment and calls himself the Rainbow King.

So all of that black stockinette slogging came down to this - the man wanted a sweater with a skull on it, has wanted one for years, and finally talked me into it. Thanks to Jennifer I had a skull ready to go!

I used blue sky cotton, which I think is one of my new favorite things. Absolutely soft - I mean a completely different animal from any other cotton I've used. Wash it, dry it, it doesn't budge an inch. Fantastic.

I measured him and just kind of flung the whole thing to the Knitting Goddess to see me, in her great mercy, through to a good fit. Apologies to kay for my use of a modified drop shoulder (I know, I know, it was his idea) but it did me the grand favor of being relatively easy for the Knitting Goddess to grace with her good favor.

Thank you to Pam for coming through in a pinch - Blue Sky Cotton only showing up in her store the day before, and allowing me to finish this thing before the husband travels up north with his Traveling Bad Ass Show to do some airplane related something or other.

And now, on to something for me. Not sure what, but it will involve Lorna's Laces and it will involve size 8 double points of which I could only find 2 as of this morning. I went to threaded bliss. this morning with 2 highly uncooperative children in tow and bless the Threaded Bliss crew's hearts, they came to my car window like Sonic carhops and brought me my needles. Sheila, if you only sold cherry limeade I would be set.

And since we're a traditional type family, here's our traditional yearly shot of the black sweater a la Johnny Cash.

xo

Posted by Angela at February 9, 2006 02:26 PM