A year ago I knit Chamomile for the first time. I intentionally made her a little big as I didn't want the little roll around my waste to show. Many of you know, the first of this year was rough for me. Back pain had me in its grip and I was able to do little except knit (and groan in agony). I had no appetite and lost 20 lbs over 3 months. The weight has continued to drop and my body reshape because of weight training. The determination to workout comes from the desire to never be so out of shape that I suffer with back pain again. The biggest problem with dropping weight is that all your favorite clothes no longer fit (and hopefully never will). Many of my beautiful sweaters are now too large and I'm unsure what to do with them.
Chamomile is one sweater I didn't want to give up, so I decided to frog and reknit her in a smaller size. The yarn, Rowan Summer Tweed, held up well to the process of ripping. The yarn was skeined, tied together, carefully washed and air dried. There was a bit of loss around the armscyes, as I cut into the knitted fabric and had to discard the small pieces of yarn that resulted. To ensure there would be enough yarn, new skeins were purchased, and as luck would have it, the dye lots were the same!
The process of reknitting has been up and down. Other projects have been more enjoyable, the yarn easier to use, the desire to knit on them greater. But Chamomile did get a little attention from time to time and finally, the body is complete. The fit is much better than the first time and it excited me enough to give her more knitting time. This past weekend while in a knitting spurt, I knit one sleeve. It worked up quickly because the old frogged and washed yarn is soft and easier to knit. The new yarn is hard and causes pain in my arm if I knit too long. I am gentle with myself and will be very careful not to cause damage while I continue the second sleeve. My hope is to have her ready to photograph this weekend, with the backdrop of golden aspen trees, since Chamomile is the perfect fall color. A week and a half ago, while we hiked through an aspen forest, the leaves had not started to change. This past weekend the same aspens were in their full golden glory. It happened so quickly! I hope the rain doesn't knock the leaves down so that only bare branches are left for my backdrop.