Well, the beautiful Market Jacket appears to be knitting itself.
Just another 6 inches for the body, and then it’s the sleeves and the finishing. I seem to be going through a ball a day without even trying. The pattern is so simple, it’s easy to keep track of, and the yarn… that deserves a paragraph of its own!
I always find it interesting to look at Ravelry notes of projects. So many Ravelers start their notes by raving about the yarn. It makes sense. If you dislike the yarn, you won’t like what you are knitting, whether or not it’s a good pattern. I guess that’s why most of the time I buy yarn, and then look for a pattern. The yarn I’m using for the Market Jacket is Supreme Merino Possum in Moss Green. Every time I knit with possum yarn, I fall in love with it all over again. Supreme is an awesomely luxurious 40% possum, 50% New Zealand merino and 10% silk. It feels sooooo soft and cuddly against the skin. It’s a dream to knit with.
Yarn. This brings me to the subject of my previous post: the dreaded jackets.
I’ve made a start.
Now, I dislike dissing yarn in general. But I have to say I have discovered I.hate.this.yarn. With a passion. Technically, there’s nothing wrong with it if you like brushed mohair. I realise though that I’m just not a brushed mohair/brushed anything kind of girl. I can’t see the bloody stitches. I can’t see the pattern. I can’t see how many rows I’ve done (don’t get me started on row counters). The fluff gets in my eyes, and hurts them. The dark colour probably doesn’t help. I really do not know how I’m going to knit TWO of these things, let alone one! Yesterday, I got to as far as you can see in the photo, and then could not knit another stitch. The very thought of it makes my toes curl. Had I known I would dislike knitting brushed mohair that much, I would never have agreed to this.
I’ve been furiously knitting the Market Jacket, and pondering what I’m going to do. Do you think they’ll notice if I swap the mohair with possum, and pretend it’s mohair? It’s a cunning idea though. I might just have to do it. Of course, after they’ve happily put their jackets on, and marvelled at its softness and warmth, I will tell them it’s not mohair. And they won’t mind. That’s what I tell myself anyway. Possum is far superior to mohair any day of the week. It’s warmer, more windproof, more cuddly. What’s not to like about it? They’ll still get their jackets, and I might just survive the experience, and keep our relationship intact!
What do you reckon!?
(My apologies to all lovers of mohair yarn. I do like it… just not brushed!!)